And she’s gone. Five days. New record. Donald is feeling the heat of an impending midterm challenge, and he needed to cut his losses. Goodbye, Ms. Zacharia, and good riddance.
Ah yes, a new day, college game day, the consummate distraction on tap, respite from the storms, something that keeps us anchored in a preferred reality, helps us feel like things are normal when they’re far from that.
Seventeen days from the midterm elections. Seventeen days from finding out if a sense of hope is warranted, or if it’s just gonna be more of that sinking feeling. I prefer to think that George Carlin was off base regarding his resignation and futility in thinking that our votes make any difference– that in reality, our precious right to cast a ballot is mere window dressing and balm for all who have been told that this “responsibility” is something sacred, something we preserve at any cost, and not just a paltry whisper in a windstorm.
We should all be tired of being played and lied to and underestimated.
