The writer formerly known as Khakjaan Wessington wrote in all the wrong places, offended all the right people, and stopped social media right when it made all those hacks a ton of money. He proves again and again that principles need to be pummeled into a bloody, silent, whimpering ball until reality catches up. Only then does the overton window open enough to let some Constitution Of Absolute Shittery (COAS) impersonate principles. And since principles is crippled and mangled and in need of plastic surgery and be otherwise totally unrecognizable, COAS will shout fashionable slogans at the palazzo and the hacks will win again and prove that being stubborn is some shyte that should be flushed down a Toylit and that the answer is to treat everything like a wry joke... alas, Toylit. Wessington was and maybe still is America's most widely read independent poet and now he can't even get a retweet from his old companions and never ever got a book review. You can read all that fun stuff from back when he used to have friends and thought words could fight the powers that be: toylit.blogspot.com. TL;DR: I missed being censored so much, I'm back.