Some mornings, I awaken and almost immediately find myself weighed down with anxiety.
The heat wave is upon us, the U.S. is now heavily involved in hostilities with Iran, of all places, and a presidential administration that seems bent on ending America and doing its part to render the planet uninhabitable seems to have gained a foothold in Washington.
We can’t just weather the heat like we used to, can’t have a “normal” summer heat wave without chalking it up to climate change and hateful foot-dragging. Anymore, there’s the additional worry that what we’re all witnessing is the result of years of both unwitting and intentional abuse, special interests pushing their weight around, and politicians beholden to donors who don’t give a rat’s ass about much beyond profit margins and getting their way.
Donald Trump thrives on unpredictability, claims it as a superpower, even though most of us know he’s just an overmatched blowhard who thrives on ignorance and serves at the whim of monied, self-interested fascists.
I find myself thinking that there really has never been a time when we could afford to live guilt-free in some sort of legitimate state of bliss. There always seems to be something to worry about, always a reason to be wary of intent, of people concerned with their own survival, to the exclusion of everyone else.
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