It Never Stops

 Remember when Lloyd was all up in arms about the GDDG? (Goddamn Dollar General) store that was going to be built? And then it was built and now it sits there and we barely register it and sometimes we even buy something there although if we go once every three months I'd be surprised. 
Still, if you need ice cream at ten o'clock on a Saturday night, they have it. 

BUT, this newest proposal for development makes the GDDG look like a harmless minnow in the wide waters of the Mississippi. 
The deal is, someone's trying to put in a Love's Travel Center on the property by the interstate exit and entrance ramps which is about half a mile from here, if that, and when they say Love's Travel Center they mean Love's Truck Stop and Travel Center and if you want to know what that would look like just google Love's Travel Center and see what we're talking about. Although they cater to semi's, they also offer some sort of fast food and a huge convenience store and of course bathrooms. They have overnight parking for diesel trucks and RV's as well as dumping stations for those RV's. 
Did you know that it is more economical to run a diesel engine all night long than it is to turn off a truck and then start it up again the next morning? So. Diesel fumes at all times of the day and night. Human waste being flushed...where? 
Lloyd has no municipal sewage system. We have septic systems. There is a municipal water system but it's hardly big enough to handle the needs of a fucking truck stop. 
Let's add to that the gas and diesel tanks sunk into the ground. The amount of increased traffic and oh! By the way! The sign I've been blithely passing on my way into town a few blocks from here advising that a proposal for new zoning is in consideration is actually a notice of a sort of back-entrance to the truck stop from our tiny little road which already has too much traffic on it. 
I'm just sick. 
My across the street neighbor is doing a fantastic job of researching and spreading the news. She's the one who printed up and distributed the notice at the top of the page. Another neighbor is doing whatever she can to deal with the Jefferson County Planning Committee. 
I told my across the street neighbor that if they pass this horror I'll be moving. As much as I love this house and this neighborhood, I will NOT be putting up with all that's being proposed. 
Glen and I will probably go to the Planning Commission meeting on Thursday. I imagine it will be heated. 

So there's that. On top of all the national shit and international shit, there is that. 

Let me change the subject. Have any of you seen the Bad Bunny Super Bowl halftime performance? 
If not, may I suggest you do? 
I don't even know what two teams played in the Super Bowl but by GOD I was going to watch the halftime performance because if the idea of a Puerto Rican Best Album of the Year Grammy Winner was pissing off so many MAGA maggots, I needed to be a witness. 

And so I did. I watched it.
Here's what I texted my children: 
"I just watched Bad Bunny's half time show and I can't stop crying and I don't speak Spanish."

The production itself, the choreography of it all, the symbolism, the beauty, the energy, and the representation of people who, as we speak, are being hunted down by masked, armed thugs and held in detention camps which are little more than concentration camps, was completely overwhelming to me. 
They had me at the sugar cane. 

I can't embed the video because of licensing, etc., but here's the YouTube link. 

Of course the Pedophile in Chief had a few things to say about the halftime show.

My favorite part is where he says, "Nobody understands a word this guy is saying  and the dancing is disgusting, especially for young children who are watching from throughout the USA., and all over the World (sic)". 

Those dancers too old for your tastes, Trump? 
Shut the fuck up, you hyperventilating hypocrite. 

I really do not have anything more to say. Glen's gone to the lake house, I am feeling anxious but not because he's gone and not overwhelmingly so. I mean- who wouldn't feel anxious in these days and times who has also received notice that the tiny sanctuary where she lives is being threatened? 

Just another day in Paradise. 
But the response to last night's performance is heartening. So there is that. 

Love...Ms. Moon