What’s the old saying, “this too shall pass?”
Well, it can’t pass fast enough.
If you haven’t looked at the news today (and it’s something one should avoid on a regular basis), the Dow Jones Industrial Average is down 1100 points as I type this. This reaction in the market is of course because the Demented Orange Dingbat is throwing tariffs on and off goods from other countries in the most erratic way possible, introducing nothing but confusion to the discourse. Canada is retaliating by slapping a 25% tariff on electricity exported to the United States. And of course, Mango Mushpot is doing everything he can to give Russia the upper hand in their war in the Ukraine.
It’s only a matter of time before the whole thing comes crashing down.
I’ve been hesitant to write about politics since this idiocy began in January, simply because I’m not as well informed as I should be and honestly, I’m not that great of a debater. I’ve been purposely avoiding the news in an effort to protect my mental health. As I get closer to retirement age I’m sitting here wondering if I’m going to have a retirement fund available to me as planned. Between the market falling in a landslide and so many folks doing their best to negate my marriage, I’m thinking I’ll be checking receipts at the Walmart until I’m dead.
I’ve said it before: I am very thankful to be on the back half of my life. And honestly, that’s a terrible outlook to have on one’s existence.
I mentioned on Mastodon that I expect to see small towns in storm chasing territory to look a bit more hollowed out and forlorn than they did a year ago. I used to feel bad for these forgotten towns, but since the vast majority of their citizens are all about Mango Hairwave and his scary six, I’m not feeling bad now when I see their downtowns full of empty storefronts. It is what it is. It’s what you voted for.
Now that just sounds wicked harsh but I’m tired of mincing words. I’ve got my own problems.
