Last night I had the perfect idea for today’s blog post. I thought I should write it down, but then I told myself, nah, I’ll remember.
I didn’t remember.
It started with something snappy I was going to tweet, but then I didn’t tweet it because I was saving it for today. And here we are.
Meanwhile, I’m not really a “signs of the apocalypse” kind of person, but we’ve reached a stage where we can’t be certain we haven’t crossed the gates of Hell while we weren’t looking. HurricaneS, note the capital S, because we have more than one in the span of two weeks; the eclipse (remember the eclipse?); wildfires burning of control in the West; the threat of nuclear war; incredible flooding and it’s not just here. In Asia, more than 1,200 people have died in monsoons in recent weeks.
Where’s the Slayer when you need her?
So right now, I sit here with a sense of unreality, of a timeline violently trying to right itself, rebelling against everything that is just universally wrong. Like nazis hanging out, blatant as an overripe, more-than-slightly-moldy cheese, here in 2017.
So whatever that blog post might have been,here here we are. And whatever reality should be, here we are. In both cases, someplace we never thought we’d be.
For more on my thoughts about Charlottesville and rising bigotry, please read An Open Letter to My Friends of Color.
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