It’s just after 6:00 AM as I write this blog entry. I will be working for the day in a little bit, but in the meanwhile, I like the moments of sitting in the Arizona darkness that’s typical at this time of year. Truman wants some treats.
There’s a lot coming out of Washington to distract you. Muskrot’s Nazi salute? Whether it was a true Nazi salute or not, it’s all part of the grand theatre staged by the circus acts to distract you and me and to keep us whipped up into a frenzy. These leeches in Washington feed on chaos.
Don’t contribute to the chaos.
By the way, that sentence is a reminder to ME more than it is a reminder to my gentle reader.
Trump is going to do some horrible things over the next week or two to bloviate and then he’s going to play golf. We need to get through this initial run of rampant idiocy and then he’ll lose interest or run out of drugs to keep him amped up like this and then he’ll play golf.
Social media is designed to keep us engaged, so don’t engage with social media. That’s easy for me to say and really hard for me to do. Luckily, I prefer Mastodon and that has lots of filtering options built into the chronologically based timeline. I have a whole bunch of keywords in my filtering system and lately my timeline has shown a lot of obscured posts with the words “uspol” or “the cast of idiots” instead of whatever latest tragic rumor is being bandied about this hour.
Filter your inputs and filter them really well. There is no reason for you to consume everything coming out of Washington.
Again, that last sentence is for ME more than it is for you. But I think it’s still good advice.
We don’t want to be here with Trump any more than Melania wants to be with Trump.
Melania is also a distraction and a leech, so don’t pay any attention to her either.
Frankly, and I’ve said this before when mentioning Trump, I am thankful for two things: 1. I have a memory that allows me to remember what the United States and society in general was like before this chaotic cult idiocy took over and I cherish to remember how good it was before this cancer infested everything and 2. I am really happy to be on the back half of my life. Who knows, maybe I’m on the final stretch. Hell, today could be the finish line.
No one knows when their end is arriving. Memento Mori. Live each moment as if it’s your last breath. The Great Idiocy should have no power over how you feel when you take your last breath.
