A Bit to Read

It’s back to gray, a bit colder, and I am really not into people today.

As a whole.

You’re great, though.

It’s likely to be kind of stream-of-consciousness-y kind of day, not that most posts aren’t like that. Or kind of like that.

Whatever.

My being overwhelmed by all the constant news is leading to me being easily irritated. That’s the point, isn’t it, so we turn on each other.

Rats being poked in a maze.

I also feel like I’ve been screaming at the top of my lungs for about a decade and I don’t have a voice left. Every single thing that is happening now was preventable.

None of it had to happen, and there are probably plenty of timelines where it didn’t.

But here we are, in a colossal mess of our own making, a veritable lasagna of the most horrifying ingredients possible, layer after layer after layer after layer.

Because we started with terrible layers. And instead of throwing the lasagna out, we just put more stuff on more stuff on more stuff and here we are, 250 years later, huzzah.

So when the people who look at that lasagna of horror, packed full of atrocities and the raw sewage of bigotry, and give a hearty “yum!” get the keys to the country, what else is going to happen?

What other possible, logical outcome is there?

Again, we could have tossed that putrid lasagna in the trash decades ago, centuries ago, even at the very founding of this nation.

But we didn’t.

Also I’m regretting the lasagna metaphor a little because I love lasagna but like so many other things, here we are.

It’s been built, it’s been baked and we’re only objecting now that they’re trying to shove it down our throats.

The rats wouldn’t object. Probably. Actually I don’t really know, rats are supposed to be pretty smart and we all remember they like pizza.

Don’t set the table. Don’t sit at it. Don’t put the napkin in your lap and don’t take a big square-full.

We deserve layers of deliciousness, so much diversity we don’t even need to repeat anything, they could go on and on and on. We deserve an enticing scent that wafts through the halls the world over.

Not this half-decomposed, rotting slop.

Contact your reps. Tell them we deserve real lasagna. Only don’t phrase it that way because I doubt they’ll have read this.

And have a great Thursday.

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