I am putting the Saturday Dump to rest for a bit. While some of it makes me (and you) laugh, most of it doesn't. Most of it makes me hurt physically.
It's not helping me.
Every day, I think, it can't get any worse. And then, impossibly, it
gets worse. It's a nightmare. And it's only just begun. My day is
over before lunch. I am filled daily with disappointment, shock and
rage. That this
felon, this buffoon, this lowlife, anti-semitic, racist, non-human,
misogynist criminal with the IQ of a handball was voted into and allowed
back in the White House to carry on
dismantling America with no regard for any human life except his own,
and not jailed for all of his offenses,
is sucking the last bit of
life out of me. It's bad.
He has no compassion for the dead or the
living. That smug fucking look as he signs order after order as if autographing
an 8x10 is sick-making. The INJUSTICE of it all makes my blood boil. It can't be real. How can this be
real? You know what really hurts? More than half the country doesn't care. They aren't bothered by it. People that you and I know, aren't bothered by it.
Well, it's wearing me down. I need a break from it...already....just 12 days in. But really, it's more than 12 days. It's years.
"It's a marathon, not a sprint."
No. It's neither. It's a scam.
There. I've said it, and that is the last I'll be saying about all of it. I've got to start living again if it kills me. And if I keep it up, it will kill me. Then, who will write about Todd Rundgren for you?
I will leave you with these words from Leonard Cohen.
That is why we are here.
7 comments:
I love the Buddy Rich! Also happy for you to keep BW about music that you love.
- Paul In DK
This feature will be missed but it's perfectly understandable. You got to be good to yourself first to keep that music, music, snark, and music coming. In fact, why not take Saturdays off—it's a Jewish thing, but what the hell.
It's especially difficult being an optimist these days.
As I’ve been saying repeatedly, I never expected to be spending my Golden Years in 1934 Nazi Germany 2.0.
Can't blame you, it's all so exhausting and depressing. Loved the EIEIO, though....
At some point, karma will arrive on the scene. Late obviously, but brutal. Tremendous damage will have been done, but a fitting end will occur.
Music is a safe haven where we can recharge and rehumanize ourselves. Thanks always for BW.
I thought I was joking to my wife when I said Der Donald would find a way to make a plane tragedy political.
What reality was I in at that moment? Take care of yourself in the days ahead.
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