It’s sunny and summery and again I’m getting a wild range of temperatures from different news services. All I can do is make my best guess.
It’s fun when they take all the science and make it a carnival game.
Yesterday I got some of the stuff done but not all of the stuff done which makes me wonder if there is ever a time when we actually do get all of the stuff done.
Because the one thing I’ve learned about life in all my wisdom is there’s never an end to stuff. So much stuff.
This morning I had this flash of feeling. We were adrift in a storm for four years, lighting flashing, thunder roaring, the boat shifting and shaking and capsizing again and again and again.
Four long years.
A lot of people were lost.
Then a glorious ship, the USS Biden/Harris, emerged from the rain and the mist, swept us out of the sea and gathered us all aboard. All of us, even the ones who brought on the storm, even the ones who swore there were sunny skies above as the deluge continued.
And what happened?
What happened after four years of safety, four years of recovery, four years of not waiting for the next disaster incoming?
People chose the sea.
People CHOSE the sea.
Sure the results may well have been cooked but there are enough people telling us loudly and proudly, even as their farms buckle and their wives vanish and their savings disappear into tariffs and precious eggs, they would do it again.
Most of them can’t even swim, they’re drowning, but they’d do it again.
And here we are.
Make it a carnival game.
Is there a point to all this?
I could ask you the same about what’s happening here, what’s happening in the world, what’s happening on a planet jam-packed with all anyone needs yet full of people dying to deny it to others.
Sometimes literally.
Often literally.
Even more so once Medicaid goes.
I like to play cheerleader sometimes, it perks me up as much as it does you, but I seem to have lost my perk amidst the waves I had hoped never to see again, so far from land, our rescue scuttled.
So instead, I will voice my frustration, my anger, and hope it gives you permission to do the same. This is not OK, none of it is OK.
But what we have to do.
What we must do.
Is learn how to build a boat.
Have a great Thursday.
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