mental health break, one more time
but also some ranting about Donny
friends,
it has now been one month since the passing of my wife Claudia.
continuing to write these daily posts has been for me an essential part of my grieving process. but every now and then, the profound sadness of it all becomes a little too overwhelming — and so today I must grant myself another day off.
let me once again take a moment to say thank you to the thousands of people who have posted, commented, private messaged, texted, and phoned to offer condolences. I love you all. I am blessed to be surrounded by an amazing, caring community.
thank you for hanging in there with me. see you tomorrow.
but wait, before I take off — this wouldn’t be a real post unless it had some serious Donnyloathing in it, so here we go.
it’s becoming more apparent with each passing day that Preznit Fuckwit is in way over his head with the debacle in Iran. he had no plan beyond ‘we’re gonna bomb the shit out of Iran and they’re gonna surrender the same day.’ that was a fever-swamp fantasy that never had a snowball’s chance of happening, and now he’s flailing.
“well, we’re gonna be in very good shape. you see what’s happening. uh, they are— pretty much at the end of the line … and now we’re gonna look very strongly at the Straits. the Straits are— in great shape.”
first of all, Donny needs to fire his embalmer and hire one who can make him appear more lifelike.
why is he so wet? it looks like he went face-down in a bowl of chocolate pudding just before going on camera. mmm, delicious.
second, Donny’s going to look at the Straits ‘very strongly’? oh, come on. that’s Donny’s ‘tell’ that he’s just bluffoonishly making shit up as he goes along, and that he has no clue what he’s gibbering about. he says it so often, about so many things, that it’s become meaningless.
in fact, it’s a trope Ms. Spouse and I used to mock repeatedly in our day-to-day life.
‘are you going to take the garbage out?’
’I’m looking at it very strongly.’
but most importantly, the Strait (not Straits) of Hormuz is not in ‘great shape.’ it’s closed down right now, Iran is laying mines along it, and the price of crude is back over a hundred dollars a barrel.
Donny done fucked up bigly, and he’s in deep denial.
it’s all so utterly mind-numbing, that the only thing we can do to keep sane is to mock the shit out of it. as Jesus so wisely counseled us in his Sermon on the Mount: ‘blessed are the meme creators, for they shall win the internet.’ so, without further ado:
lastly, in December 2016 — before Donny was even inaugurated — Norwegian artist Christian Bloom created this political cartoon.
that was nine years ago. how fucking prescient was Bloom?
here’s your hero of the day: PBS News Hour reporter Liz Landers, who taught a master class in Committing A Fearless Journalism yesterday.
let’s watch her go after King Fuckface the First and actually challenge him on his bullshit bellyaching about how ‘the 2020 election was rigged, so unfair, so unfair.’
Landers: “sir, in Arizona, why did the FBI seize election records in that state?”
Donny: “well, they probably thought the election was rigged, right?”
Landers: “it wasn’t rigged, though.”
Donny; “oh really? who told you— how do you know?”
Landers: “your own attorney general explained in 2020, and said there was not measurable voter fraud to change the outcome of the election.”
Donny: “you don’t think it was rigged? I think it was rigged.”
Landers: “sir, where’s the evidence of that?”
Donny: “if you say it wasn’t rigged, you’re a rotten reporter.”
Landers: “where’s the evidence of that?”
Donny: [walks away]
oh fuck yeah. this, folks, is how it’s done. Liz Landers comes prepared with facts — and she doesn’t back down. she asks followup questions, doesn’t take lies for an answer, and all Donny can do insult her and walk away.
all you worthless scribblers of the corporate-controlled media, did you see what your colleague Landers did today? did you learn anything from the experience?
sigh.
thanks again for hanging in there with me. see you tomorrow.
here’s your daily reminder that I can be found on Blue Sky at this link.
this is going to be my closing message for the foreseeable future:
practice self-care. do what you need to do to keep sane. if that means you need to disengage with my daily posts for a while, I get it. this community of ours will still be here when you return.
to all the people who have signed on in the days since the election, welcome aboard. settle in as we all try to deal with the shitfuckery that’s ahead of us.
we are all in this together, and we are all here for each other.
what *really* sucks is having to grieve for a spouse and grieve for our country at the same time.
but let me repeat my comment from last week's day off, "by the way, I am very aware of how lucky and privileged I am. most people do not have a hundred thousand or more people who care about them. that has to make a difference in the grieving process. so, once again, thank you. I love you all"
I’m glad you recognize when you need a day off. Grief isn't linear or predictable. When you feel it’s time to rest, you rest. Unfortunately, the onerous orangutan ain't going anywhere.