Drizzling rain this early-evening Saturday here in California’s Central Valley — supposedly a few days of wet ahead. A good thing considering wildfires, drought, and such
I haven’t posted much lately. Even if you just half-assed follow the news, you’d still come to grips/understand the anti-creative horror of what we’re endearing. And if you pay attention somewhat closely, you’d terrifyingly understand we’re up shit creek without that most-needed paddle.
Just been too far down the T-Rump-infested rabbit hole to at minimum even work a laptop keyboard as the actual reality of life is freaking quickly coming to a loud, dangerous fork-in-the-road. The horror I felt was coming with the installment of the T-Rump and his really, ruthless and ignorant minions 90 days ago is nothing compared to the real-time actuality. A don’t-give-a-shit takeover to taking place right before our eyes. We’re watching our country’s history being shortchanged, and possibly ending live on a shitload of different screens. As Paul Campos yesterday at LawyersGunsMoney related to the goings-on: ‘I’m sitting at this moment next to a woman, a former student of mine, who is the chief legal policy person of an energy company, who is trying to figure out what to do about the $300 million in DOE grants to her employer that have been “frozen.” Without even seeing what I was blogging about she asked me what I thought about the coup. So yeah.‘
Are you fucking crazy! A fucking ‘coup‘ in fucking America!
“'They seem to want Treasury to be the chokepoint on payments, and that’s unprecedented,' the person added, emphasizing that it is not the bureau’s role to decide which payments to make — it is 'just to make the f-ing payments.'"
All I can muster right now from the actual unfettered ‘shock and awe’ felt off our current predicament is frightfully elucidated via some short graphs I spied this afternoon from a post at Digby’s place on the FBI doings: — Heather Parton frightfully concluded:
Sadly, I just had yet another conversation with an acquaintance who told me that things really aren’t that bad. I asked if he was watching the news and he said he’s turned it off ever since the election and I wondered how he knows that nothing bad is happening. He said he hasn’t noticed any difference in his own life. I told him it is only a matter of time before it does and he should start paying attention because it’s very, very bad.
I freaked him out. But I think we need to start freaking out our neighbors and friends. Too many people are still tuning out politics, an impulse I understand, but they need to tune back in.
We all need to be Paul Revere right now.
As close to how I feel. However, I’m a sadsack, scared-of-my-own shadow, old pessimistic asshole, and don’t sense a Paul Revere in me, except … maybe …
Oh, and I know this of myself
I assume as much for other people
Oh, and I know this of myself
We’ve listened more to life’s end-gong than
The sound of life’s sweet bells
Coup d’état, or not, yet once again here we are …
(Illustration out front: New Yorker cartoon by Bruce Eric Kaplan, found here.)