Life Is Such A Sweet Insanity.

My heart is aching. Friends I have known all my life, family I share DNA with… too many of them are showing their true colors and complete lack of moral foundation with their declarations of whom they are voting for.

It’s the racist, sexist, rapist, convicted felon they’re choosing, in case you’re not following along.

Now don’t get me wrong, I know plenty of good people and I’m related to plenty of good people as well. And this isn’t just about not voting for Harris. It’s about voting for a man that is the embodiment of everything we’ve been taught is wrong, and thinking some sort of God shot him down here to set the world right.

Pardon my French, but I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with these people.

Kamala Harris is far from perfect. But honestly, she’s better than Joe and I think she would make a very good president. Great? Possibly. Outstanding? No. But the never-ending shitshow of a Trump term of revenge is beyond dangerous. It’s fucking abominable.

I keep thinking this week before the U.S. election is probably going to be the sanest week for a long while. Things are going to go completely off the rails on Election Day. Mark my words. The Nazi rally in New York this past weekend? It was just the appetizer.

And I know too many people that are on board with that racist idiocy.

We need a meteor.

Sometimes a referee has to doo what he’s got to doo.

I just posted my latest hiking video. There’s a story behind this video that I’ll only tell right here in this blog entry.

Last week was a tough week for me. It was tough in the mental fortitude department. The election is really weighing on my mind, even though I’m doing everything I can to avoid the subject. Living in this fine swing state of Arizona, every single commercial on every television in every establishment is blaring out ads for every politician that thinks they know everything.

I just want this election to be over. Obviously, I don’t want the country racing into the oblivion of another Trump term in office. My early ballot has been submitted. I colored in the necessary dots, and I heartily voted “No” to retain every judge that appeared on the ballot. Every governmental office, from the top to the bottom and the left to the right, should have term limits. Every single one of them. The idea that judges can be parked in their role for nearly a century is appalling. The fact that we can rinse and repeat ancient senators and house representatives is reprehensible. This country’s political mess desperately needs a CTRL-ALT-DEL.

I’m going on a tangent.

I’ve been feeling down. I wasn’t sure I was going to do my hike this weekend but I got up out of bed and made my way to the beautiful Santa Catalina Mountains. I decided to focus on the hike instead of the presentation, and brought only my iPhone 16 Pro and selfie stick/tripod combo.

I’m happy with the way my video came out. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did sharing it. Because this creative endeavor significantly boosted my spirits this weekend.

And we can all use a boost.

Be sure to take note of the woodpecker, the gila monster, and the abert’s squirrel that all make an appearance in this week’s episode.

There are times when I feel right up there with the times. I feel like I’m navigating the 21st century with a fair amount of success and while the world feels chaotic, it feels manageable.

There are other times when I feel my solid Gen-X roots, and subsequently lose myself in a more analog world. While there are many things that were not enjoyable about the 20th century for a gay man like me, I still have fond memories of life “back then”. I usually get feedback when I talk about these things, but I still maintain society seemed a little saner, the news was less chaotic, and people seemed to be looking out for each other, just a little bit. I know about the racism and the homophobia and the sexism and all that, but on the whole, the world around me, in my little bubble, felt comfortable and easier to navigate.

Every once in a while I’ll watch old marketing video from the 1950s and note how these industrious presentations made everyone seem so, well, industrious. The “Tools of Telephony” film from Western Electric, released in 1956, is one such video.

I don’t know this man. He appears for a maximum of two seconds as the narrator goes through a myriad of shots of people working hard at Western Electric. This man caught my eye the very first time I saw this marketing film. If I could still grow hair on my head I’d probably go for something like that, though it’d probably be too gray this point and I’d then be all about the vanity and keep it less greased. I really enjoy his glasses and mustache, and I really like the design of the industrial equipment he’s working on. It’s practical, it does what it’s suppose to do without fail (something Western Electric and The Bell System in general was famous for), and it’s been manufactured in the United States. Analog rocked, and as a Gen-Xer I can easily remember when the world was much more analog.

Maybe we need more analog and less digital in the world.

On the other hand, I wouldn’t have ever seen this video if it wasn’t for the digital age, and someone digitizing this video to share on YouTube. So there’s that. It’s a shame I had to wade through a bunch of other videos related to absolutely nothing I was looking for in order to land on this video in the first place.

So complicated.

I guess I want less complication in life. As I get older one would think that life would get easier, but not really. I think the 21st century is just complicated in general.

You know what would really make me happy? Not hearing about a U.S. election for about 3 1/2 years. The November election has been weighing on my mind a lot and I just want to get beyond it. I want to know the outcome, pray to (whatever) that people aren’t as ridiculously stupid as we’re led to believe, and that we’ll be moving forward under the first female president come the end of January.

That is not a complicated decision to make it all.

Truman put a stop to that Nerf pellet.