When is Daylight Saving Time gonna go away? Every time the second Sunday in March rolls around, various media parade out their articles describing how it messes with circadian rhythms– how bad the leap forward can be for our bodies, our internal clocks.

These are usually accompanied by pros and cons of either doing away with DST altogether or making it the practice year ‘round.

For what it’s worth, returning to Standard Time year ‘round gets my vote. While gaining the hour in November is pretty nice, we’d just have to find some other marker for changing our smoke detector batteries. And besides, who wants an extra hour of scorching sunshine and ridiculous heat when the temps are hovering at such increasingly inhospitable highs?

Keep in mind that permanent DST means winter sunrises between 8:30 and 9am, depending on where you live. An extra hour of daylight in the summer isn’t the great bonus people make it out out be. Let’s dare to go with the science on this one.

This past News Year’s Eve, someone in the town across the river from us decided to celebrate with fireworks. I’m not sure if they were big-time fireworks, the kind people would have to drive out of state to find, or if they were leftovers from July 4th and purchased at one of the pop-up stands that show up in shuttered K-Mart parking lots– cheap explosives, mostly relatively mild and harmless, with adult supervision.

As the story goes, these folks had their fun setting off various incendiary devices, but decided to throw the spent pieces into the trash. In the house. These spent fireworks were apparently still very hot. They started the trash on fire, which spread to the rest of the house, burning it beyond salvageability. To add insult to injury, the fire was so hot and out of control long enough that it spread to the beautifully remodeled home next door and rendered it uninhabitable.

It seems someone was angling for a Darwin Award, though there were no injuries. At this point, all that remains is a pile of rubble sitting next to a partially burned-out, empty dwelling.

We seem to have reached the point when yesterday often turns out to be a relative cakewalk compared to today. Each new day, instead of providing a bit of respite from the torrid pace, seems to present compounded problems, thornier issues, and more reminders that we’re living in a nightmare, the product of horrendous leadership, poor decisions, and increasingly dire prospects.

From the perspective of anyone with a moral compass, the Trump administration is the worst thing to happen to this country in a very long time, maybe ever. And now, as if to remind us all just how terrible they can be, we are involved in “targeted military operations,” aka a war, with Iran.

Pete Hegseth, the self-named Secretary of War who was plucked from the proving grounds of Weekend Fox and Friends, touted the efficiency and brute force of the American and Israeli air attacks, bragging about the destruction and how things would probably be wrapped up in a few days. Meanwhile, people at home were concerned about a plan, a timeframe, and a reason for starting this assault in the first place.

Rationales have been plentiful, if not underwhelming and unsatisfying. And, to be fair, how does anyone know how long hostilities will last, once the cat is out of the bag? War isn’t a thing that neatly ends when the buzzer sounds at the end of the 4th quarter.

What’s happened since last weekend is that the fire has spread, as anyone with any knowledge of the region would expect it to do. We spent so much time telegraphing our intentions, between building up our naval presence and Trump being his usual stupidly bombastic self, that Iran had time to prepare for a counterattack which, as it turns out, would mean returning fire and going after American interests in several surrounding countries.

To top it all off, there is reason to believe that Trump and his stellar supporting cast have no intention of stopping this anytime soon. This unnecessary war kills three birds with one stone, pardon the expression. In Trump’s mind, trying to hold elections with a war going on just isn’t something that can happen. It’s great, ongoing cover and distraction from the Epstein files. In addition, everyone knows Iran was involved in election hijinks in 2020 and 2024, so precautions must be taken to “safeguard the election process” to ensure such involvement doesn’t happen again…

We’re gonna need one helluva fire department.

Things happen too fast. Innovation supplants innovation, and we never get a chance to absorb the changes. The push to be the first and best takes its toll on us. New ideas, new products keep coming at us, marketed as the latest and greatest and must-have. Until next year, when once again the latest and greatest are must-haves.

We’re always unsettled, unsatisfied, restless, fascinated, occupied by shiny things for a few moments, before we feel compelled to move on to the next shiny thing without fully comprehending the implications of the thing we just thought was the end-all of shiny things.

I wonder if this is what Mick meant when he sang about not getting any satisfaction.

It’s a start, Donald, but even you must have an inkling that the firings can’t end with your in-way-over-her-head DHS secretary. Ms. Noem is the tip of the iceberg.

It comes down to you. You need to go, too.

For some god-forsaken reason, you’ve been able to commandeer the ship and steer it toward the rocks. On purpose. You’ve shamfully (no sic) taken the oath of office—twice —fingers crossed both times, and proceeded to deep-six the responsibilities that come with the position of POTUS.

It’s never been about patriotism or God, or caring. It’s always been about you and your empty soul, you and your “deal making,” you and your fixation on material wealth and self-enrichment and loopholes and distractions and chaos, and a crippling need to get even with… somebody. What are you even doing here? How could someone with such misguided aspirations make it as far as you have?

You’re a walking, talking lie, Donald. You’re the fake—not the news outlets who have always seen right through you. You’ve somehow attracted a legion of sycophants who are more than willing to back you up, sanction the incompetence and the hate, kiss and cover your ass.

You don’t love America. You’re just an act, and a horrendous one at that. So the hook is coming out, and the curtain is descending. Hopefully it’s in time to douse the fire you’ve started in Iran, you piece of shit.

Blood is on somebody’s hands. Scores of schoolgirls, other civilians, 6 American military members killed. More likely to come. It’s so very cold.

Oh well, The Donald says– from the luxurious comfort of Mar a Lago, adorned with another stupid hat. Such are the consequences of war, he chimes, whether it’s declared or just foisted on a population.

War is war, something at which humans have always excelled, but the saddest of commentaries on our species. And in the current case, it may very well serve the additional purpose of an excuse for postponing the mid-term elections.

How long will hostilities last—a week, four or five weeks, months, years? How about for as long as Trump needs them to last? He’s been talking about starting a war with Iran since Barack Obama was President, saying he would be surprised if Obama wasn’t desperate enough to create such a distraction.

Obama most likely never gave it a thought, but Trump has brought it to fruition, because he’s a soulless animal, a vessel of darkness from which no light escapes. It has always been difficult to comprehend the emptiness, the desperation, the depravity, yet we’ve been living with their consequences for more than ten years now.

Of course, it’s not just Donald. There are many others around him for whom starting a war in a hotbed like the Middle East is just what the doctor ordered. Slick-haired Petey boy is having the time of his life playing Secretary of War– ooh….

Trouble is, their twisted logic may lead to a scenario that spirals out of control.

No! Really? In a quiet little hamlet like the Middle East?

Meanwhile, at home, the cost of living rises, and untenable choices become the order of the day. And POTUS couldn’t give less of a shit.

To listen to Senators and House members when they’re interviewed, I’ve come to believe that very few of them actually have a handle on any given situation. Most repeat and parrot other opinions and talking points and do their best to make themselves sound like they’re in the loop and informed. But there is often a tell that indicates they’re just well-versed in media speak.

There are exceptions—Jamie Raskin and Pete Buttigieg, Bernie Sanders, maybe Elizabeth Warren, AOC, Jasmine Crockett, and Adam Schiff when he’s not engaged in tortured attempts at being cutting edge and culturally hip.

Most Republicans are lap dogs, still fully on the Trump bandwagon. Any rumors of cracks in the Trump façade are frustratingly overblown, though one might be forgiven for daring to hope that, lately, there’s reason for optimism– that the train might be heading for derailment.

It’s frustrating to think that, more often than not, interviewees on the news shows are either not as informed as we’d like to believe, or they’re measuring their words and being careful not to give anything away or piss someone off.

And stop prefacing your comments by starting off with “Look, …”