I Demonstrate

I’m fundamentally apolitical, in fact, I believe in anarchism which is not anarchy, but never mind that. My philosophy is if the government isn’t fucking with me, I won’t fuck with it. I vote — I always vote — based on issues as much as I can. But, I marched for science today joining possibly millions of other people around the world. Why? Well, my personal reason is that my dad was a mathematician¬†here in Colorado Springs, where I came up to join this Earth Day event. The second is political; the stupid “leader” of the Amurican people and his denial of scientific fact pisses me off on a moral level.

I like truth. I respect people who can say, “I don’t know, but I’ll find out.” And, “Yikes! I’m wrong!” and “Wow! What is that? I want to learn more!”

So I went to Colorado Springs City Hall with my friend and her developmentally disabled son (though I think he might not be disabled, more abled in a new and original way). I made posters to honor my dad. They have a slide rule on them. ūüôā

March for Science Mark and Me

The march in this small city had just around 1000 people — not bad for a small, right-wing city on a snowy, wet April morning.

 

Here We Are Again (or Still?)

Yesterday I learned that the MOAB was dropped on Afghanistan. Of course, I was horrified. So were some of my friends. One believed the third world war was on the horizon (I think we’ve been fighting that since 9/11).

Until yesterday I thought Moab was a place in Utah (that I like), now I know it’s the “mother of all bombs.” I guess they reserve the “F” for nuclear weapons.

Some thoughts…

First I realized last night that Obama did the same kind of things, but I didn’t pay any attention because I trusted him to be the president. Other people DID pay attention, and some of them ended up not liking him for reasons other than skin color.

Second, I was tossed into that paradox of nuclear vs. conventional weapons. I grew¬†up near a major target during the Cold War where most of the B52s hung out and where there were nuclear — and other — weapons. A Minuteman Missile stood in front of Strategic Air Command Headquarters. It might, still. Since then, I’ve studied a lot of wars.

All bombs kill people. Ask Dresden. A bomb is a bomb. The difference is the “collateral” damage caused by nuclear weapons, yeah, I get that. Still, I’ve always been grimly “intrigued” by how we measure the “relative evil” of a bomb.

“Well, it’s not like we used nuclear weapons.”

“That’s true. Good on us.”

Third, since I was a kid I’ve been bewildered by the notion that it’s better to kill few people than many. I never resolved this conundrum. I started thinking about it when were were sitting around the family table in Nebraska, where my dad worked for Strategic Air Command. We were¬†talking about the missile silos in South Dakota.

“They put them there, honey, because there aren’t that many people out here compared to New York City.”

“Don’t the people in South Dakota matter as much as the people in New York?” Even then I guess I had a loyalty to¬†the empty spaces.

“Sure they do, but there aren’t many of them. A bomb dropped on New York would kill millions. A bomb dropped on South Dakota would only kill a handful,” explained my dad, but I don’t know how he felt about it.

I don’t get that yet. How in the world do you quantify human lives?

I have a lot of other thoughts about this, but when Old 45 decided to send missiles at Syria, a switch flipped in my mind. Whatever happens with him, his reign, his rat-faced family, the Russians, our economy, will happen and THIS little person out here in the back of beyond has a life to live.

Back in the day, when George Bush I started the first season of the Gulf War Show, I was very sad. I had friends, former students, in Kuwait. I don’t know how to explain my choices now, but what I did in response was take my collection of Yeats’ poetry on a hike with me (why?) and I sat on a hilltop and read poetry. On my way home, I stopped at K-Mart, bought a bare-root yellow rose, brought it home and planted it. One yellow rose to stem the tide. My desert island book is¬†Candide. I think Voltaire was right; in all the absurdity, cruelty and wackiness of life, the best thing we can do is “cultivate our garden.”

 

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SNOW!!!!

Here we are, just past the cusp of Spring, daffodils sending cheery messages to passersby who say, “Love your daffodils. Really cheer me up” so I have evidence for that. And then, last night…

Spring snow.

I like spring snow. Bear LOVES spring snow. I let them out this morning and she leapt in joy to knock the snow from a low hanging branch over their yard. Sometime today we’ll head out into it, walking because I’m going to be stuck in my driveway. This is the best thing, a dump of wet snow like this means the seedlings (and seeds) in the fields get a jump start and the snowpack in the mountains gets a needed boost.

The other day on Facebook NPR posted that they wanted to hear from people in rural areas; they wanted us to tell them what we needed, what concerned us. They gave a phone number and I called and spilled the whole story as I know it. But, as always, as it was Facebook, there were comments.

Some city woman (I’m a city woman. I just happen to have chosen to live in a rural area) said, “They just want us ‘awful city people’ to pay for them. What do they give us?” I went a little nuts. Then I wrote, “We feed you.” I left out, ‘You twat.”

That unleashed a storm, a good storm, but a storm. And it’s true; many rural areas voted against their own welfare (ha ha pun ha ha) in the last election. My area went, pretty much like the nation as a whole. My state went blue…

It’s pretty simple. Urban areas have a high population density and a large tax base in relation to their footprint. That means better services, health care, transportation, pretty much EVERYTHING we don’t necessarily have in a place like this. So yes, urban woman, your tax dollars DO (god willing) filter their way to a rural area like mine. Thank you. When I lived in CA, I knew that of every $10 I paid in taxes, only $1 stayed in CA. That’s fine. That’s my “rent” for good roads, etc.

I then posted a comment describing¬†what’s going on in the San Luis Valley right now (besides snow). The fields have been burned (some of them) and plowed. Some have been planted and are beginning to emerge with tiny green shoots. Lambs and calves are dropping in the fields. ‚̧ Yearlings are being auctioned off — steaks and burgers. Local “boutique” dairies are making cheese from the milk of their goats, sheep, cattle and yaks — yes, yaks. Yaks really like the San Luis Valley and they are pretty easy to be around having been working close to humans for centuries. I love them. What else? There are local guys making sausage. Hops and barley will be in soon if they aren’t already. There’s beer — both Coors and various fancy brews — and Budweiser. Potatoes are our main crop and we are second to Idaho in growing potatoes, particularly gourmet potatoes, you know, the cute little fingerlings and pretty purple ones?¬†That isn’t even all. We have one of the largest solar farms in America and it’s growing.

For the privilege of having food on the table, urban people pay taxes. But we pay taxes, too, at exactly the same rate. There are just not as many of us.

I understand the resentment of the urban coastal people having had a president foisted upon them (foisted on me, too) for whom they did not vote. And they had to witness a lot of angry “rural” people at Trump rallies. I think a lot of the problem is the result of the media picking and choosing what they wanted to show. But the message — in spite of the result of the election — should have some meaning. I truly think that only desperate people would reach for the absurd promises of that scheister.¬†In my message to PBS I said that I believed that people in rural areas could benefit from political education about how government policies — like the ACA — directly benefit us.

There many cultures in this nation — and not as a result of immigration. Down here (the San Luis Valley and Northern New Mexico, a¬†region as large as Connecticut)¬†it’s a kind of cowboy/farmer/vaquero/campesino culture with a lot of old hippies and a few rich people mixed in. It’s unique in the US, I think.

Well, I guess I’ll pull on my boots and see if there is anything left of my daffodils to rescue.

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Trump Junkies…

Three years ago about now I filed for retirement. I was in a hotel room in Colorado Springs and I had just spent the morning looking at houses. If I had been able to buy one that day, I would have. But, I couldn’t… It was what I needed, though, to wake me up to the fact that I was done and the chips would fall as they would fall.

I’m one of the lucky people. I ended up with enough money to move, to buy a house — well, acquire a mortgage — and to settle in a new place with an income that’s livable if tight. It includes amazing insurance, and, thankfully, so far, I’m also in pretty good health. I have internal and external resources, and I’m mostly happy. I’m still adjusting to this, though. One big difference between my younger life and this older life is the proximity of the destination. Another is my body doesn’t work as well and sometimes, often, that’s frustrating and sometimes it makes me sad. We spend a lot of our lives working toward the time when we’re not working any more. I loved my work, so it didn’t feel that was what I was doing, but still, I was doing that.

I feel that I’ve been very successful in my life. I have all that I need and a smidgeon left over. I have friends and abilities and, overall, a good outlook. Sometimes I can’t believe my luck because I didn’t plan this. I just fell into it. I’m lucky because I have three amazing dogs and live in a beautiful place. I feel like a rich person because I AM rich in things I care about.

I read the news often these days¬†(it’s hard to look away from a train wreck) I wonder what Old 45 would make of my successful life. I’m pretty sure he would not understand it at all, no more than I understand his. Everything he has, does and represents is a huge mystery to ¬†me. I don’t understand the desire for masses of external symbols of wealth. I don’t want power over anyone. I don’t respect anything he has ever done or been, but for years I taught people who did. Once, in the first year I was teaching Business Communication, one of my students ¬†said, “Why should you teach me? When I get out of here, I’ll make three times what you do.”

That started an argument in the classroom. Some students said, “You need to learn what Martha has to teach if you’re going to make that money. Communication is everything.” The response was that if I could do it so well, why wasn’t I out there making the big bucks? Someone said that teachers don’t care that much about money. I just let them at it. I thought at the time that in their future,¬†they’d be working with all kinds of people, some like me, some like them. They were unwittingly simulating a discussion between managers. When they were finished, the “winners” were the loudest, most aggressive and relentless.

It is an unbridgeable gap between the externally and the internally motivated. If Old 45 were to land his gold-plated helicopter at the park two blocks away, and walk around my neighborhood, he’d see “losers.” If he stopped to talk to the people out raking leaves, tending their bulb plants, chatting with their neighbors, picking up their mail, they would make no sense to him at all. He would not understand how my neighbors and I are happy with our lives and ourselves and what we do every day. He would not understand why I love my little Ford Focus that has only¬†30k miles and new tires.

The only way he can “understand” us is when he stands in front of a large crowd and controls their response to him. And they, caught up in the moment, may have forgotten that when they get home, they’ll grill hotdogs for their grandkids, talk about the old days and, ¬†and worry about why their own children have been lost to heroin addiction. He takes them out of the reality of their lives for a while, and they’re thrilled to think that a big golden guy like that “understands” the problems of their lives. They year for the material things he represents. They, too, measure their value and success by external wealth.

Over the last couple of days I’ve read about a “crisis of despair” among older white people and the theory that that led to Old 45’s victory. I think there might be something to that, but the bigger, underlying problem is our idea that success is measured in externals. Virtue is rewarded materially, meaning¬†if we’re not “good enough” we’re not going to “have enough.” I think somehow there needs to be a cultural shift away from this idea of “the good”¬†but that cannot happen as long as so many of the disenfranchised whites are also buying into the church of money, Christian fundamentalism.

It’s a complex, intricate problem. Despair looks for a magical escape elixir, heroin or Donald Trump, the “First Time Free” man is always a con.

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On Tonight’s Show…

Old 45 has a symbiotic relationship with Twitter and commercial television. He uses them to effect policy. Yesterday he did a promo tweet for a TV show, “Watch @JudgeJeanine on @FoxNews tonight at 9:00 P.M.” It seems that “Judge Jeanine” was set up to say something Old 45¬†couldn’t.

That was, “Paul Ryan needs to step down…The reason? He failed to deliver the votes on his health care bill … The one that he had seven years to work on … The one that had to be pulled to prevent the embarrassment of not having enough votes to pass.” (source)

First a government official shouldn’t¬†advertise for a television show. Second, well, here:

“She added: ‘I want to be clear. This is not on President Trump. No one expected a business man to completely understand the nuances, the complicated ins and outs of Washington and its legislative process.’

Anyone running for any government office should understand the “nuances, the complicated ins and outs of … (the) legislative process.” And if they DON’T they should accept help from those who do or, better still, don’t run for office.

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As for the bill, the only way this will work is if the functioning republicans (not the Freedom Caucus) and the democrats get together and build something that will work and that the majority of both parties can vote for.¬†Even more important, it should be GOOD for people. I don’t think some of the people in government (Old 45 tops the list)¬†understand they are governing an entire nation and ALL the people in it, even the pink pussy hat wearing women carrying “Not My President” signs. Government subsidized healthcare¬†really is life or death for millions of people in this country. It’s not politics at all.

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Flashback and I Never Did Acid

Listening to the hearings this morning in which FBI Director Comey was asked a lot of (often very leading) questions by the House Intelligence Committee shot me back to the days of being a new college grad, unemployed and watching the Watergate hearings.

I kept hearing one hypothetical question after another and one question about the future after another and Comey consistently saying, “I can’t answer hypothetical questions,” “I cannot respond to that; that’s a hypothetical question” and the interrogator would respond, “No it’s not; I’m asking about the future.” Comey was very patient and (I believe) honest in those responses. He even said, “I don’t know,” when he could not have known. He took the time to explain why he couldn’t answer hypothetical questions, and that impressed me. Reality is always far more intricate than our imagination, well, maybe not more intricate than Old 45’s imagination which seems to be a raging machine of weirdness and paranoia. I think he did a lot of drugs in the 70s hanging out at Studio 54.

I don’t know what the results will be, though I know what came out of it. The election was manipulated by the Russians and Trump Tower was not “surveilled” by Obama. It remains to be seen if anyone in the Trump campaign colluded with the Russians.

I read an article yesterday that set forth the new dynamic in the world, no longer “Communism vs. Democracy” but “Authoritarianism vs. ????“. I honestly forgot the opposite as it was presented, but it’s NOT Old 45. ???? is whatever he’s not and Putin’s not and various other people were not… Are not.

The point interested me.

Still I cannot believe that only a year ago, in spite of the debates and the hoo-ha of the election, the country was working pretty well and relatively peacefully. I wasn’t checking the news every few minutes to find out what was going on with a¬†deranged entity who claimed he was “my” president. I trusted the government to do what it did without my noticing it and I felt mentally and emotionally free to carry on my life as a famous writer, owner of dogs and resident of Heaven. What I watched this morning saddened me and I was — am — upset by the waste. Here are people who have a job to do, a job that (god willing) they never have to do because things are working as they should. Money spent. Work in other areas not done all because of Old 45.

Here’s a President who lies, who steals — his income that he vowed not to accept, millions of dollars a week so he can go to Florida¬†— who accuses honorable people of terrible crimes, who’s surrounded himself with evil human beings, has put out a budget plan that cuts many of the small, good things my tax dollars funds, and who may have been involved in an act of treason. I believe he needs to be put on trial; he needs to testify under oath. I don’t see any other way to get our questions answered.

All we can do is what we are doing. As the Koreans say, “A thousand strokes of a feather will cut down a tree.” ¬†Even the rednecks who voted for him are beginning to see that they will not have affordable health insurance under ANY of the plans that are floating around Washington now. Some of them say, “I still like the guy. I’m sure he’ll come around.” Yeah, well… ¬†It’s hard not to try to save face, but when their diabetes meds are ripped from their hands, when their government subsidized jobs are gone from the face of the earth, they’re going to realize what, in fact, a more liberal government has done for them.

A Truly Ugly American

Yesterday was a pretty interesting day in international relations. I got to see an experienced, intelligent, articulate and aware government leader in a press conference with an inexperienced, arrogant, monosyllabic and egocentric government leader. It was enough to make press conferences great again. Believe me.

In 2004 I went to Italy to learn Italian. OK, that’s already a bit odd since the stereotype of people traveling the world to do things like that is that the people are in their 20s, they’re discovering themselves or they need the language for work AND they live in Europe. I was 52, studying Italian because I wanted a good reason to be in Italy beyond the superficial business of being a tourist. I went to Verona because Goethe had spent time there. I was excited to be able to see an opera in the Arena. I hoped to have the chance to visit a good friend in Trieste. I just wanted to BE in Italy and that was a good way — and inexpensive. School and an apartment for a month were just $1500.

A 20 something¬†Swiss woman, a schoolmate, learning I was American, immediately jumped me (verbally) and began asking me why I had started a war. I told her I hadn’t started the war and she said, “You Americans…” As a teacher at an international school, I’d been in controversies with 20 something Swiss people before and I wasn’t going there.

“Yep,” I said. “We Americans,” and I walked away from her. I didn’t need to defend what GWB was doing in Washington. I didn’t like it any more than did the Swiss girl.

I was not very well-liked at my school, except by my teachers and the two older students — one from England and one from Germany. My schoolmates took exception to my being American, to my being older, to my Italian being strangely mixed with Spanish. I didn’t even KNOW until the last week of classes that everyone went somewhere together for lunch. I was never asked. It didn’t matter to me when I did find out. I’d used my lunch break for wandering the streets of Verona, talking to people, looking at old frescoes in even older churches. Sometimes I took a nap.

The second-to-last weekend we had a field trip to Padua — especially to see Giotto’s frescoes in the Scrovegni Chapel. In spite of my poor Italian, I’d been allowed to take an afternoon class in art history for advanced students. My teacher realized my listening comprehension and ability to read were at a pretty high level. I had the usual language skills people develop when they seldom have the opportunity to speak. We took the train. I’d traveled on my own in Italy before, a fact that surprised everyone. I knew how. Many of my schoolmates didn’t. We met our teacher at the chapel — which I found by reading the map and paying attention to signs. I also knew something about how frescoes were painted in the 13th and 14th century. I knew about Giotto. I was amazed and moved by the work I saw.

An AMERICAN???? ¬†(There are actually a lot of us like me…)

My schoolmates began to look at me differently. How could I do this? Stupid, ignorant, semi-literate American ape that I was? Suddenly people who had refused to speak to me wanted to speak to me. Suddenly I was invited to lunch with the group. Suddenly this, suddenly that. Suddenly they wanted to go to an opera with me though they hadn’t wanted to go to an opera at all. (We all went to see Madame Butterfly. It was rained out during the last act but even that was beautiful.) Suddenly, suddenly, but I had already developed my niche and already hung out sometimes with a nice woman from Manchester who’d accepted my failings almost from the beginning.

Yesterday I watched this miserable news conference and I thought that Old 45 was exactly the European stereotype of an American. Too big. Too fat. Too arrogant. Too loud. Ignorant. Out of tune with the rest of world, rude, lacking situational awareness, intent on our own way, lacking respect for other cultures.

As for Angela Merkel? Well, she has a job to do. She has to get along with that guy. Whatever HE thinks about globalization, it exists and the EU and the US are dependent on each other. But it was clear to me that she has the rather supercilious contempt for Americans I’ve often experienced when I’ve traveled and when teaching international students. The disturbing part was this time, we deserved it.

I’m still embarrassed…

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Especially for My Friends Who Don’t Live in the US

This map and the article that goes with it¬†, from Business Insider,¬†explain so well what I’ve had a hard time communicating to anyone. It makes the point that there are actually several “nations” in the United States and they do not have the same needs, philosophies or agendas. I’d go so far as to say they don’t even know that much about each other.

I live in the two fingers of pale blue “El Norte” that penetrate Colorado (the southern square state). I definitely (as the article suggests we do) “self-sorted” when I moved out here after retiring from my career in FAR Southern California (pale blue). I consciously chose to live in the part of Colorado with the most Hispanic influence because my life in California became increasingly “bi-cultural” the longer I lived there.

I think this is a very good illustration of why our recent presidential election went the way it did and it (subtly) gives advice to anyone reaching for that office in the future. We might say we are¬†“one nation indivisible” as our pledge states, but, in reality, we’re several distinct cultures with different values united by a government and, to some extent, a common language.

Why would a President Hold a Rally?

Terrifying: “I will always be with you.”

“I am here because I want to be among my friends and among the people,” Trump said to open his rally. “This was a great movement, a movement like has never been seen before in our country or before anywhere else, this was a truly great movement and I want to be here with you and I will always be with you.”

The fucker has “followers.”

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‚ÄúPeople want to take back control of their countries and they want to take back control of their lives and the lives of their family. The nation state remains the best model for human happiness,‚ÄĚ Trump said.

Definitions from Webster’s…

Definition of nation‚Äďstate: a form of political organization under which a relatively homogeneous people inhabits a sovereign state; especially: a state containing one as opposed to several nationalities

Definition of fascism
1: a political philosophy, movement, or regime (as that of the Fascisti) that exalts nation and often race above the individual and that stands for a centralized autocratic government headed by a dictatorial leader, severe economic and social regimentation, and forcible suppression of opposition
2: a tendency toward or actual exercise of strong autocratic or dictatorial control

To answer my question, I came up with two things. 1) to gather his followers in preparation for an all-out fascist takeover of the country. But…it’s Melbourne, Florida. 2) because things aren’t going so well for him as President so he’s reverting to wannabe fascist dictator.

Those are both awful.

Yesterday I listened to as much as I could bear of his egregious and seemingly endless press conference. I realized that if he did not repeat everything he says, it would have been 30 minutes long instead of 3 times that long.

He relentlessly attacked the media, demeaning and humiliating actual human beings attempting to do their jobs and who would, probably, like to write something nice about him. But rather than changing HIS approach to the press, he orders them to “be nice” to him and see how much better their lives are.

A sincere and articulate Jewish guy stood up and made a point to say he KNEW 45 is not anti-Semitic and then asked how 45 was going to respond to anti-semitism on the part of his followers. Fuck face NEVER answered that question. Instead he berated the young man who asked it.

It’s a question that needs to be answered. If a small city in Montana can stand up to anti-semitism why can’t the President of the United States answer the honest concerns of a Jewish guy?

 

I don’t think it’s news ( ha ha) to anyone that not everything written or said in the media is the truth, nor is everything complete. I read a lot of non-news every day. Much of it on both sides is written to inflame either by throwing up a marginally accurate headline, for example,¬†‘Psychological warfare’: immigrants in America held hostage by fear of raids¬†when the real story (printed below the headline) informs the reader that there was a memo on which action is unlikely ever to be taken but some people are still scared.

I, personally, long ago realized that I exist in a world in which millions and millions of people who are not like me also exist. I have always found this fact¬†tremendously exciting. Rather than wanting LESS of that, I want MORE of that. I’m surrounded by people who voted for 45 and they’re good people. Their reasons are multifarious — everything from “I always vote Republican” to “I hate Hillary” to “I love this man” — and godnose what else.

I’m disgusted by the situation in which I find myself without having chosen it, without approving of it, without liking it or believing in it. Up until now I’ve been able to say, “OK, that guy is going to do the job he’s supposed to do. I’ll just go about my business,” but I’m finding that impossible now.

I am also disturbed by the raised fist. It has meant many things throughout history, but one thing has remained consistent — it signifies solidarity with a group of people. I listened to some of the rally and then the stuff afterward — arguments between the Resist people and 45’s supporters. I had the distinct impression that the followers were very eager to rally behind a leader. Why does that bother me?

I was raised that there are no leaders¬†who are above our conscience. Consult conscience first. A healthy conscience is centered on the Golden Rule: do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Would I want to be rounded up and sent away from what I consider my home and/or sanctuary if I have committed no crime? No, I would not.¬†The people from whom I am descended experienced just that treatment in Switzerland between the 16th and 18th centuries simply because they refused to put the state before their conscience, to take oaths or to take up arms. I think many of us in the United States could look back on a similar story early in our family’s history.

 

Hearing this yesterday was sickening, ‚ÄúAs beautiful as it looks, it‚Äôs 30-years-old ‚ÄĒ can you believe it?‚ÄĚ Trump said while examining the new Boeing Dreamliner. ‚ÄúWhat can look so beautiful at 30? An aeroplane.‚ÄĚ

And that juvenile, demeaning and patronizing sexist remark was followed by a demonstration of 45’s ignorance of how, in fact, an airplane is put together in these Global times, his consummate unawareness that parts made in the USA are also going on foreign made airplanes. Stupid fuck.

 

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Would someone please wake me up from this terrible dream?
Caveat: You can be a supporter of 45 and take major umbrage at all I’ve said here. I don’t want to hear about it. I’m going to do just what he does and say, “No. Sit down.” I’m not interested in debating anything.

Breakfast Talk

“Can’t you be serious?”

“Laughter does not denigrate the seriousness of something. Sometimes it’s the only sane response. Like now.”

“Now?”

“Yeah. 25% of the American people voted for a guy who is now in the White House and a lot of people are scared. The stuff he said during his campaign was awful. It was designed to upset a large group of people and to delight a small group of people. He was playing for ratings. And then, in spite of what everyone imagined (probably including him) the guy won. And now everyone is flumoxed, but, in a lot of ways, it’s just funny.”

“I don’t see the humor AT ALL.”

“You don’t? Even when you’re wandering around the house now in a pink hat with cat ears?”

“It’s warm and it gives me¬†good memories.”

“Yeah, but it’s a funny hat. You can’t deny it. And you always hated pink. No, c’mon, don’t take it off. If you like it, wear it. I’m sorry. I forgot how seriously you take that hat.”

“What are YOU doing about it?”

“I voted. That was pretty much the only direct action I could take to change the outcome.”

“What are you doing NOW?”

“I’m beginning to see the whole thing as a sick comedy. I mean here he is, an avowed enemy launches a ballistic missile, and HE’S worried about the sales of his daughter’s clothing line. What a riot!”

“He’s awful.”

“Yeah. He’s awful. The people he’s surrounded by are hideous caricatures of real advisers. He uses TWITTER to set policy, for the love of God. Don’t you appreciate the dark, surreal humor of the whole thing? And he’s funny LOOKING. And what’s funnier than a guy who’d rather have hair — and THAT hair — than an erection? Is that not messed up priorities?”

“I think I’m beginning to get where you’re coming from. Still, I think laughter is inappropriate.”

“Really? I think it could be a good stragedy to laugh and go on our way. Things are likely to get pretty grim in the next few years if we don’t. I mean, the Mexican farm workers are already too afraid to stay in this country. We’ll be importing food unless all the out-of-work voters who believed he was going to make America great again suddenly yearn for meaningful labor.”

“That’s an idea.”

“Not gonna’ happen, sweet cheeks.”

“Don’t call me that. It’s demeaning. You never used to talk to me that way!”

“I can now!”

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This is a fictional political rant. If you take issue with it, I’ll probably delete your comments because I’m no longer interested in debating any of this with anyone, OK?

75% of the American people did not vote for our president. Many people who “did not vote” voted for everything on their ballot EXCEPT the president. They felt they had no real choice. I can relate to that. Still and all, 75% is the majority of Americans by a large¬†margin.

I’m not a “libtard” or even a very political person, but I did vote against the guy based on what came out of his mouth during the campaign AND the fact that I can’t relate to him, his very visible lifestyle, or his values.

I hope he does well. To hope for his failure is to hope for the failure of the country in which I live and that’s just dumb. Meanwhile, we get to see how our system works.

To quote an ancient Chinese curse, “May you live in interesting times.”

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