Coronavirus Lockdown Journal Day 75 -- Questions I never wanted to ask: "Is curfew the same as martial law?"

In the story of The Carrot vs. The Stick, this chapter is largely devoted to the stick.

Holy fuck. "Accelerationists" is not a new piece of vocabulary I am psyched to learn.

Meanwhile, at the people's palace, the rabble has gathered, and dear leader is begging his red hats to save him.

But what's scarier than a white guy with an AR-15? An unarmed black man.

Well, a lot of people had a Saturday that was a lot busier than mine.

The weekend started with clean up from Friday night's bash(ing of windows).

Then in the afternoon there were some peaceful marches.

Here's Market Street in San Francisco yesterday afternoon.

My friend The King saw this scene passing by.

My brother lives just down the street from the Mass statehouse, where he took these pictures of masked and unmasked people on all sides.

There was some lightness.

Meanwhile in LA, things took a turn for the worse.

And then it got dark. That's when we heard the first helicopters, never a good sign.

As far as I remember, and I don't think I would forget, this is the first time I have lived under curfew. What is this feeling I'm having? It's a sort of breathlessness, like claustrophobia. Is it the knee of the state upon the throat of protest?

And yet, here we are. Funny how that worked out.

But wait, it gets worse.

Doesn't she know about the mandatory mask rule?

"Eat the rich" is another phrase on everyone's ear.

Here it is on a vehicle at the Mercedes dealership in Oakland.

So how do you feel about all of this? Is your response somewhere on the chart below?

P.S. This last one is satire. Sorta.