A number of friends (non-friends, too, I imagine) can no longer bear to watch the news these days because they, like me, see the disaster that is DJT for what he is: dangerous, insufferable, shameless, deceitful, amoral, ignorant, pathological, narcissistic, etc, etc, etc. And they are upset and furious and sickened. My friends and I recognize that nothing is NORMAL about this man and his administration. We know we must RESIST any normalization of this disastrous situation, and we do so in various ways.
As for me, I admit that I have become something of a political junkie. And it occurs to me that this is not necessarily a bad thing. After all, it has been quite educational. In addition, my critical thinking skills, emotional equilibrium, and vocabulary are continually being honed and stay pretty much always "engaged." My knowledge and sense of history deepens daily, my research efforts uncover new insights, and my admiration for good journalism keeps growing. On the other hand, months and months ago I realized how daunting the task must be for those IRS auditors tracking the financial shenanigans of DJT. And now? I think that the web and cobwebs that DJT has spun are nearly impossible to conquer. But I also think it will not end well for DJT and his sycophants, nor the invertebrates in Congress who think shedding their skin avoids being flayed alive. We do, after all, have a bunch of investigations underway, with linguists and lawyers and professionals with fabulous integrity, experience and acumen "on the job."
Anyhow, one useful image came to me today. It sort of harkens back to the practice some Inuit peoples reportedly had. Whether it is humane or merciful or even true, is another issue. But I once read somewhere that they'd put the dying old person on a ice chunk and let it float away. Guess I should research that again, but.... I do actually wonder about finding a comfy tiny sliver of an iceberg for DJT. I suppose it could be fitted with a GoPro tracker or something, so we could accurately chart his demise. That seems appropriate since his voting base will want to know and strew flowers.
Me? Not so much. But the image of someone unloading a kayak into the Pacific does conjure up one possible solution to our current dilemma with DJT. (No paddle, of course. Just maybe some sunscreen, a MAGA hat, a strong strap and bon voyage!) It also elicits any number of positive emotions and spurs me onward, in search of ever better adjectives and other parts of speech! One I came across today described failed GOP Senate efforts on their (recently re-christened?) Better Care Reconciliation Act: HURTLING TOWARD FAILURE. My little gray cells tell me it may feel like slow motion, but seems to me there is a whole lot of hurtling going on!
Viva La Resistance!
*NB: Having trouble remembering how to add photo here! I have one I hope to add asap! Arghhhhh.
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