Iâ€™ve been trying really hard not to complain about the pandemic, or Trump, or the riots, or the idiots that are cheering on Nazi-like activity from our Department of Homeland Security.
My mood jumps up and down, a lot. These swings are much more frequent than they used to be. I canâ€™t comprehend how people can still be â€œon the fenceâ€ about who to vote for. I canâ€™t comprehend how people can still support the worst president in the history of the United States. Children in cages, mayors of major cities being tear gassed, a non-existent response to a global pandemic. And these idiots still think Trump was sent by God.
Itâ€™s hard to continue to maintain this blog but I continue to do it. It will soon be 19 years old. Iâ€™ve been blathering on about life for 19 years!
Whoâ€™s the crazy one?
I told Earl I should write my autobiography just to do it. While the main title would be â€œTrip The Moment Fantasticâ€, itâ€™d have a subtitle that says, â€œYou Really Have No Reason To Buy This Bookâ€. As the Abba song goes, â€œIâ€™m nothing special, in fact, Iâ€™m a bit of a boreâ€. But here I am still writing in a blog for 19 years.