Just a little more than usual
I guess it would be this time at the beginning of each day– quiet, coffee, and writing. Purposeful, low pressure, just organizing my thoughts and trying to write something cogent and descriptive.
On the other hand, I’m not sure one can plan a sense of peace. Sometimes you don’t know it until you’re in the midst of it– when you’re tempted to say something hyperbolic, like “It doesn’t get any better than this.”
He is blatantly horrible. But he made it sound like he was gonna fix everything. People believed him, and now he’s back in office for another go ‘round. Unfathomable but true.
The latest attempt at a distraction from the Epstein story is federal agents patrolling the streets of our nation’s capital—you know, to keep the citizens safe from marauding hordes.
He’s desperate, folks, pulling out all the stops. There must be a long list of Things I Can Do To Distract the Public.
Good luck in Alaska, you dim-witted troll.
There are several– teachers, nurses, astronauts, airline pilots… But if I had to pick one, it would probably be a doctor who spends time tending to people in a war zone.
We can talk about certain things with breathless vigor, as if they are consequential. Football (not the beautiful game) and auto racing come to mind, along with video games. Most sports, actually. It’s all serious business, I know, but this doesn’t mean there’s not an air of undue importance attached to all of it.
All work and no play make Jack a dull boy, sure, but does anyone else get the sense that many of us are living vicariously through someone or something else? Playing make believe and rationalizing that what we’re doing has real-world applications? Or are we just avoiding real life, content in a make-believe world where we can feel better about ourselves because we prevail in a “quest” or a board game, or our team wins a Super Bowl?
It’s an admittedly cynical take on things, but I can’t shake the feeling that we spend a lot of time convincing ourselves that what we’re doing is somehow important, when it’s not.
The days when I would have enough energy to consider such a venture are behind me, I think, but I can envision a place where one could choose from an eclectic mix of coffee and expresso drinks, tea, baked goods, and items my wife embroiders or sews. A combination coffee/craft, maybe consignment shop, open from 6am to 11am, Tuesday through Saturday. Business hours subject to change, with notice.
What good is the party in power when all it wants is power, when all it wants to do is look for loopholes and get away with stuff? What does this say about its confidence in its platform—what it stands for and what it has to offer the citizens of this country—when it has to resort to such underhanded tactics?
Rigged districts, a President who is attempting to control the results of the 2026 mid-terms by, among other things, demanding a mid-decade census be taken. It all reeks of desperation.
Haven’t we seen way more than enough already? Where is the resistance to this? Where is the common-sense reaction that clamps down on the shadow brain trust and stops this ridiculousness in its tracks?
Maybe my keys, so I can get back into the house if I forget something, or if I just need to get back into the house. Keys and my wallet, I guess, though that’s two things.
OK– sometimes I make sure I have my phone with me, though that’s not as critical as the other two.
Anyway… I’m gonna go with keys.
There can be no let-up. Trump and his cronies must keep the pedal to the metal to have any chance of leaving the Epstein debacle in the rear-view mirror.
Trouble is, everyone’s familiar with the MO now. Misdirection and distraction no longer seem to be working quite as well. One might think that Trump’s tactics will evolve, but for now, there’s not much he can do or say that keeps his ties to Epstein from popping up in conversation.
So be it. What on earth is being hidden from us?
Surely it has dawned on many by now that this is no way to run a government—a constant stream of lies, denial, delays, needless drama, grift, fraud, extortion, bribery, undue homage, frivolous litigation, misdirection, smarmy alliances, not to mention a bald-faced attempt at consolidating power and destroying America.
Trump is in it for Trump, that much is clear. And he’s making the people at The Heritage Foundation pretty happy, too.
Holy shit, everybody.
In a perfect world, it would be to facilitate a change of heart and perspective that leads to the world being a kinder, more respectful place. But I’ll settle for simply writing posts that have anyone who takes the time to read them not feeling like they just wasted a few minutes of their day.
Ultimately, I want to write things that offer a rational, thoughtful, occasionally insightful take on what’s going on in the world and in our human experience, and maybe elicit an occasional “Amen!” It probably won’t happen very often, but If any change of heart or mind results, it would be because I’ve offered a perspective that sparks reflection and a reason to stay tuned.
I’d be more disciplined, more curious, more energetic, and a better listener, if I was even of a hominid form.
Honestly, alternate universe talk really serves no purpose other than as a fun writing exercise. The one we have is the one we’ve got, which might strike some as fatalistic and unimaginitive, but this one’s pretty amazing, too. Besides, with the right mindset, and maybe certain pharmaceuticals, we can be somewere else while we’re right here.
What does it say about our lives, though, that we spend time wishing, or at least imagining, we were somewhere else? I’m probably taking this more seriously than I need to, revealing something about my lack of creative thinking.
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