Super sunny today, with fluffy clouds and the trees have started to turn in earnest. I’m chilly because it’s chilly and if there was a whole summer I never noticed it at all.
I’m antsy for not particular reason today, or maybe all the reasons today, it’s impossible to know. Things are weird, that’s just a fact.
I’m thinking about how stupid global conflict is, how some people manage to grab power and then force entire nations to act out their pantomime over issues they care nothing about for things that have nothing to do with them. And here we are, just people trying to live our lives, people who enjoy windows into the lives of people around the world, who couldn’t care less about the ego-driven thirst for power of evil men.
And it is men. It’s always men.
There was this brilliant comedy sketch from The Baroness von Sketch Show. And you know what? It sums it up best. So here it is, enjoy, and have a great Tuesday.
Today is a day of not being around much, and it’s for the best, a break is always good. It’s a day where everything is gray, even the air, and different weather apps tell me it both is and is not raining.
Sure makes sense for where we are.
But that’s the thing about rain, it’s going to happen whether we like it or not. Or not going to happen whether we like it or not. Either way, it’s not up to us.
And that’s true of so much. There is a lot in life we cannot slow, we cannot prevent, we cannot will into being. So it goes for the chronically not-omnipotent.
All we can do, when the storm passes, is look around and survey the damage, and commit to fixing, to improving, to making whole as soon as we can.
Just realized I haven’t yet written a post today. It’s been a backward, mixed-up kind of day, and I think I lost one of my favorite earrings.
I know, right?
How it could have vanished, I’m not sure, it was there and then it was not and of course I fear it might have decided to find a drain. Earrings can do that, you know.
Maybe I’ll find it. Maybe I won’t. Given it’s 2020, I probably won’t but I guess you never know.
It’s sunny today, and yet a kind of day where the sun doesn’t penetrate, not quite. We’re in a man-made hole and I specify man because essentially all of them are. Men who want wealth and power above all else; men who think other people exist only to give them those things.
So it’s not great.
I’m still not optimistic, the loss of an earring will exacerbate that for you, but I am only willing to call the end the end. Otherwise, I will make my pizza later and watch a movie, and try not to think too far in the future.
Sometimes it works. Anyway, have a great Friday, which is already half-overish, and a wonderful weekend.
I get it. I feel it too, I wanted to crawl back into bed the moment I got out of it, pull the covers over my head and wait for a new reality. Only that’s not how new realities are made.
And I said to myself, “I bet Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg never went back to bed.”
And she had a myriad of valid reasons.
We may be walking face-first into a hurricane of lies and hypocrisy and a kind of evil it’s basically impossible to wrap your brain around, but the only certain way they win is if we don’t try at all. If we believe them when they tell us it’s futile, then it most certainly is.
Any forward progress is forward progress, no matter how slight. Remember that, and have a great Wednesday.
Things, which are already very bad, are going to get worse. Much much worse, all thanks to the Republicans who promised us healthcare and yet are poised to end it in the middle of a preventable pandemic which, incidentally, also caused the largest economic downturn since the Great Depression. Oh goody.
But here’s the thought that’s keeping me upright right now. The pain we feel, they will also feel. There will be no escape from exclusions from health insurance. They don’t have some special plan that just takes it away from us.
Yes, I will enjoy seeing every single one of those Republican voters shocked that they have to declare bankruptcy because of their medical bills. It used to be the biggest cause of bankruptcy prior to the ACA, which this newly kangarooed Supreme Court is going to overturn.
I will enjoy them suddenly surprised that their medication, which they already thought was expensive, is now completely not affordable.
I will enjoy each and every twist and turn of their misery under this regime they embraced, joyously embraced, idiotically embraced.
Bitter laughter is what we’ve got.
I never promised you I was a nice person. Have a good Tuesday, grab your sword and fight like hell.
The headline is not original, I’d credit it if could but I’ve only seen it as an unattributed meme.
The loss of Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsberg is devastating on so many levels, not the least of which is the rising tide of authoritarianism. There is so much bad news out of the trump regime and so little attention paid, one by one the stories drop off like they never happened at all.
I’m not hopeful, but I’m also not resigned.
There is a roiling wave of anger like this nation has never seen. Democratic candidates brought in record amounts of money in RBG’s memory, and the best thing we can do is fight. Even when we feel like we’re drowning, we find the surface.
Justice Ginsberg never gave up. She fought her body for years just to be here for us, for this nation, for women, for every citizen, for justice. She fought, she fought hard, and now, it’s our turn.
I will be forever grateful to an icon who is eternal in her legacy. So let’s get to it, folks.
Someone may have forgotten to write a blog post this morning. I’m not naming any names but you probably have a pretty good guess.
I have no reason, really, I’m just a little forgetful lately, with my head so crammed with information, I suppose a thing now and then might fall right on out of there. Or I have a low grad migraine.
Either is possible.
The weather has turned, and I’m chilly as I write this, no heat yet because who knows if it will stay this way. But it’s more than halfway through September and this year keeps gliding by, but nonchalantly smashing things along the way.
It’s been a long four years.
For a forgotten blog, I don’t have much to say today, aside from I hope the rest of your Friday is smooth and you have a wonderful weekend.
I’m one to talk, right? But as we hit the last upward hike of our ascent toward the election, discouragement is all around us. Our votes won’t matter; we won’t vote; no one will turn out; it’s already over.
And to that I say a hearty plbbbbbtttt.
If we couldn’t win, they wouldn’t be trying to stop us from doing it. If our votes don’t matter, why are they so intent on preventing us from doing so?
In the famous words of someone famous you know I’m going to look up as soon as I’ve typed this sentence, it ain’t over ’til it’s over.
(It was Yogi Berra.)
We need to scramble, to claw, to fight our way out of this nightmare. If it were easy, we wouldn’t be here in the first place. We got her on the path of least resistance.
No more. In another set of words borrowed from Yogi Berra, when you come to a fork in the road, take it. Our fork is waiting.