It’s brightly sunny today, swaths of white snow against the bare trees and honestly, it’s beautiful in that chilly, wintry way. We’re at the end of January, at least for you and me, because next time we chat it will be February.
About a year since we were told that there was nothing to worry about with COVID-19. Now we’re fast approaching a half-million Americans dead.
I’m still edgy, still unsure of what trump and Republicans will do, still not sure if they will again try to topple the Constitution. I had a dream trump detonated a nuclear weapon, he’s that closely lurking in my subconscious, even though I want nothing more than to purge him.
So that’s where we are, here on the edge of another month, our first full one under the Biden-Harris Administration. Still waiting for confirmations for Cabinet members as Republicans try to delay the inevitable.
Anyway, that’s it for me today, a bit meandery, ready to focus on other things. Have a great Friday and a wonderful, restful weekend.
It’s gray again, I’m not sure if we’re getting more snow. I’m extra tired today, I don’t know if it’s the weather or a night of dreams that were intense at the time but completely forgotten when I woke.
The coffee didn’t help.
I’m struck as we get further into this new reality–a whole week!–how much Republicans whine. About everything. They are maligned; we are outrageous with our demands that a literal attempt to overthrow the government be addressed; we are snowflakes who need safe spaces and yet the talk of a consequence to them is “cancel culture.”
Dramatic eye roll.
They solve nothing, they do nothing that doesn’t enrich or empower themselves. Instead they are the very embodiment of that which they vilify: people always on the lookout for a handout, wanting money but no work, on the grandest of scales.
So call it out whenever you see it, the “woe is me” the “we’re the real victims here.” These are people who tore families apart and put children in concentration camps, older ones left to care for the younger, without adequate food, shelter, blankets, beds, bedding, hygiene, medical attention. They are monsters, set to justify the monstrous while all the while saying we’re doing the damage by shedding the light.
They are not victims. They are predators. And they’ve fed on the soul of this nation long enough.
We’ve finally gotten a real snowstorm and outside it’s all whirling wind and air thick with white, the flakes too small and too mean to see. First real snow of the season, I think, we’ve a had a little before this but this storm promises to stalwartly dump snow throughout the day.
I don’t mind it.
Not sure why, but I thought that now, nearly a week into the restoration of our nation, I’d be feeling much better. And yet I don’t, and I can largely point to the Republicans doing their best to keep things as messed up as they were, while pretending they’re doing something noble out of the other side of their mouths.
Frustrating doesn’t begin to cover it.
It’s not like I thought they’d suddenly become good people, but I’m just so ready for change. And there goes the last of my coffee.
So today will be a day filled with cozy hot drinks, and maybe some Twitter avoidance.
Some. Not total. It’s not like I became a different person overnight. Anyway, have a great Tuesday, rain snow or shine.
So tired of bad people doing bad things and facing no consequences. I understand we need to be patient, but it doesn’t feel like less than a week, it feels like five years. Justice is a long time coming.
I don’t know if I woke up annoyed, but news that ICE is defying the orders of the President and still deporting people angered me to my core. More than any other part of the government, ICE wholeheartedly embraced trump’s white supremacist agenda, and those days are done.
I want people held accountable. I want prison sentences.
What they did is unconscionable.
Meanwhile, I was transfixed by the coverage of protests in Russia this weekend. We only had the knock-off low-intelligence version here, and only for four years. I hope so much for you that you can achieve true freedom in your lifetimes, can live without fear of a brutal, vengeful regeme.
And that’s it for me today, simmering to roiling. Have a great Monday, wherever you are.
Well here we are, the first Friday after the end of our national (global) nightmare, and adjustment is interesting. Under trump, there was always this fear that something terrible would happen at any second, that one of his threats would come to fruition.
He had no limits, no restraint and seemed ready to do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted, and wow did he hate us. And now we have President Biden, a real president, one motivated by the best interests of the country and not his personal vendettas.
Quite a change.
Yesterday I was tired and draggy, but today I feel like I purged some of that, leached out some of the toxicity loading my body for four long years. It will be a process, I think.
But all the bad is clearing out, making ample space for the good to come, the new to come. Almost hard to believe it’s real, but it’s sinking in.
And that’s me for Friday. Have a wonderful day and a great weekend.
We are nearly there. Nearly, nearly there. And of course fears that there will be an assassination attempt mount, especially after the attempted coup.
Not enough is being made of the attempted coup, the genuine insurrection aimed at murdering the first, second and third in line for the presidency, as well as members of Congress. Not enough is being made of trump’s part in it.
Speaking of, I read that “someone” had spray painted “Unfair” in the Presidential bedroom. “Someone.” I only saw it from one source so I can’t guarantee that it’s true, but it does seem awfully on brand.
So here we are, on that sharp, sharp edge of uncertainty and delicious, lovely change, not knowing what trump will yet try to do. But no matter what that is, as of just how ever many hours it is when you read this, he will be an ordinary citizen with no special protections and zero power.
We can feel you holding your breath with us, world. Have a great Tuesday, tomorrow the real America returns.
Here we are, less than 48 hours away from the end of trump, and we’re all so happy to see him go. Aside from the terrorists, but apparently only harming other people with impunity makes them happy so they’re out of luck.
It’s gray again, I’m not sure if we’re in for more snow, but we haven’t had much. It’s been a pretty mild winter so far, maybe the planet figures we have enough to deal with. And soon we can return the favor.
It will be a strange thing not to have so much of our thoughts and time and energy usurped by the functioning or nonfunctioning of the government. Think of all the hours free, of turning down the dial on the worry. That it’s been like this for four years is a travesty, and not one that can be repeated.
So on we go, into this week that will change everything, afraid of the damage yet to be done by the terrorists, but forging ahead nonetheless. And that’s me for today, have a great Monday. And confession, I wrote “Wednesday” instead of Monday. You can tell I’m ready for this week to get a shift on, as the Doctor would say.