Raining raining raining raining.
Rained most of the night, too.
Well, at least I know I am excused from a walk.
But the trash is piled up and needs to get transported to the magical trash place and today I HAVE to pack. Tomorrow I will be going to town to pick up the things I need to pick up and deliver the things I need to deliver and oh, gosh. Today better be the day I get Gibson's blanket done and washed too.
Today is also the day that the Electoral College will vote and as much as I'd love to believe in a Christmas miracle I know it's not going to happen and no, I haven't been talking much here about the unholy election but trust me- it's been on my mind every second with the background chatter never ceasing like a vile earworm which says, "We're screwed, we're screwed, we're so fucking screwed," and I see absolutely no indication that DT is going to settle into anything like a president and let's face it- we've elected a president who is unfit to lead on every level from the emotional to the intellectual to the moral to the responsible to the mentally able to the reasonable to the flat-out ability to learn exactly what it is that presidents need to know.
Not to mention that he seems to have no desire to learn anything, believing as he does that he's so fucking smart that no one has the right to tell him what to do or not do.
I still don't believe it.
I mean really- I just don't believe it.
And of course I haven't mentioned Putin or DT's cabinet picks or his refusal to let go of his businesses (remember when Jimmy Carter sold his peanut farm so that there could be no conflict of interest when he was elected?) or the fact that his wife isn't even going to be moving into the White House or that his daughter is going to be settin' right there in the First Lady's office on her bony butt doing whatever it is she thinks she needs to do and her brothers, Beavis and Butthead will probably have offices there too and oh holy shit it would be so funny if it weren't so terrifying.
Wish I was a praying woman sometimes.
Raining raining raining raining and time to take the trash and time to open the suitcase and time to breathe and be still and try, just try, to open my heart to vast amounts of decency and goodness there are in this world and to be ever so grateful for my family and my communities which very much include this one here where hatred is not tolerated and truth and love and light are the things which are celebrated.
The Emperor has no clothes and we, the people, cannot cease pointing that out in every way we can while we continue to do as much good as we can on every level that we can and not ever, ever let the flame of the light of that which is good and true and loving dim in our own hearts, no matter what.
We simply cannot.
Your last paragraph is in essence what I tell folks. We still have an obligation to do good. There are still hurting people, hungry people. When the orange an*s goes low, we go high.ReplyDelete
We had dinner with my niece last night, an officer in the military. She works with logistics and protocol and some other stuff I'm not allowed to know. I asked how the high-ranking muckity mucks feel about the upcoming events. She said, and I quote, 'they're scared shitless.' Yet the electoral college says he won!! I, like you (and I AM a prayin' woman) would jump for joy if we heard, 'Oops! Our math was wrong.'ReplyDelete
And to that I say, Amen! I am glad there is you.ReplyDelete
Yes, we're going to be "lead" by a sociopath and his band of merry men, including Ivanka and his sons Uday and Qusay. My only hope is that the Republicans will wake the heck up and get him out of there themselves before he robs us blind. Because I don't believe for one minute they like him anymore than we do.ReplyDelete
well, you know how I feel. so yep yep and yep. totally fucked up. as I commented to some Trumper who was telling us to stop whining, it's done...stop whining? this is not whining, this is all out rejection.ReplyDelete
That was a perfect political post.ReplyDelete