The landscape lately has been so inside out, so outrageous, so contrary to sense or humanity, that I have found it hard to articulate anything. The whole CK shooting and MAGA rally in AZ is already far in the rear view window in light of:
57 minutes of UN speech putting trump’s psychopathology on full display
Fox calling an escalator malfunction an “insurrection”
Tylenol announcement revealing (yet again) trump’s illiterate stupidity and conspiracy derangements (and btw, old sperm MAY be linked to autism and Baron is likely on the spectrum)
And now the budget.
I woke thinking this morning: while I applaud democrats’ efforts at making GOP positions stark to the public (the discharge petition, the negotiations on the budget), I’m not sure that in this news environment the people who need convincing will even hear about the GOP votes. Or care if they do?
Ugh. Ugh. And more ugh.
At least it is at last raining.
It’s raining, and apple cider doughnuts are at Trader Joe’s! So much gratitude.
We are never going to sway MAGA voters. It’s a waste of brain space to even contemplate. The point is to get disaffected Dems to the polls. Period. MAGA voters wouldn’t accept help if they were a sinking ship on the sea. We cannot allow them to take us under with them. To my mind, they do not exist.
We just got some rain too, although at 80 degrees, everything is steaming.
While I was driving, Colin picked through the king-sized pillowcase full of retired stuffed animals we were donating to the animal shelter where we got Sophie. Now a cat made from an old sweater, a bunny with a broken music box, and Stitch are wandering around in the back seat of the car. He said, “Not yet.”
I understand.
Yeah I get it. We’re gonna pick a few out as keepers as well.