It’s sunny, again, and cold, again, though maybe a little less cold. Yesterday I braved the chill for errands and it was not terrible.
Cover your vital parts and you’ll be OK.
Before we get too thinky, thank you, Deb, for your very, very timely coffee. It is my greatest pleasure when I can take the amorphous in the ether and give it enough shape for people to say “yes, that’s what it is,” so we can all face it and deal with it. Letting me know I’ve managed is so gratifying. Thank you.
And in the way of the Thursday, which sounds grander than anything I was thinking and frankly I have no idea what that actually means in practical terms, on we go.
The weather is not the only thing that’s cold, we are living in particularly cold times. At least for most of us currently alive; ice ages have always popped up, it seems to be a flipside of human nature.
Even the warmest among us have cooled, at least when it comes to the people who gleed their way into this mess, certain they’d have a golden hall pass, certain they’d get to take everything other people had and point and laugh while they did it.
Only.
That’s not how it’s working out.
Turns out a rising tide can also sweep all of the jetsam and flotsam to sea, no matter who it voted for.
Whoopsie daisy.
I think about how they enjoyed our tears the first time around and hoped for them again. But what they didn’t understand is we weren’t just crying for ourselves, we were crying for all the people who would be devastated, all the people who would not survive the coming onslaught.
Including them.
They thought it was funny when we cried for them.
But this time, oh this time, it’s very different and they are indignant. Where are we to rescue them from the pit they dug themselves in the sand before the water returns? Why don’t their tales of woe move us?
As I said the other day, their problems are their problems.
Until they make our problems that they created their problems, I really couldn’t care less. Not a turn of phrase either.
I genuinely could not care less.
So this time, they’re not getting their rush. Not only are they not getting their rush, those leopard’s teeth are coming at them fast and furiously. It was supposed to be our pain and now it’s theirs.
And somehow, they expect us to fix it.
Oh well.
Cover your vital parts and you’ll be OK.
They can feign their shock at what is happening, not because they didn’t know but because they thought it wouldn’t be them. Only because it is do they find it outrageous.
We knew what was coming. They can make use of their empty cups for liberal tears.
Anyway, that’s it for me this Thursday, have a great, guiltless day.
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