Skeeter’s burned out
Skeeter’s burned out. What can I say, it’s been a hard week of fake news. The President ran up to Canada to piss on the legs of our (former) allies, mocked them for being upset he’d started a trade war, then for good measure called on them to include Russia and his pal Putin back in the G-7 or 6 or maybe 8. He set in motion new measures to kill Obamacare, small stuff like canceling the provision that you can’t be denied coverage for pre-existing conditions, then jetted off for a Summit with Little Rocket Man. It’s more than enough to make a bobble head’s head spin, but mine is about ready to fly off my shoulders. The mid-terms can’t come quick enough for me.
And if the country decides Trump is their boy once again after a year and a half of idiotic shenanigans, anti-democratic rantings and monkey wrench after monkey wrench in established world policies, well … maybe it’s time to admit I don’t know America, not really. I don’t understand it’s heart, it’s people, it’s love of a real estate huckster with deeply despotic tendencies. I will finally admit to being a stranger in a strange land after all these years. And make decisions accordingly.
Meanwhile, I need a break from the moronic monstrosities of the daily news. I need some wilderness. So … we’re hauling out to Montana to a cabin hopefully out of cellphone range, beyond the reach of digital TV, smack dab in the middle of nowhere, a place we won’t wonder if it’s fake or real. It’s real. It’s nowhere like where we are now.
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We live in difficult times, there’s no doubt about it. It’s the worst of times, sometimes the tolerably endurable times. But while the old guard in D.C. succumb to heart attacks (Kudlow) scandal (Giuliani) (well, all of them really) I saw a glimmer of hope on the Internets a couple of days ago. You’ve probably seen it by now too, but go ahead, watch it again, I dare you not to smile, and feel a little hope for the future, from at least one youth:
8 Year old girl plays drums to Led Zeppelin:
https://vimeo.com/263985244
My gawd, that little girl can drum! I remember going to a bluegrass deal up in Tarheel country and some kid, maybe 11 or so played 5 string banjo better than I could ever hope to play in two lifetimes. I put my axe away and it took half a decade before I picked it up again. Decided it isn’t a goddamn contest, music. Everybody wins. But I’m going to avoid drums anyway…..
I recognize the syndrome, Skeeter. Have fun in Montana.
There are glimmers of hope all over the place. Sadly, we have to look really hard for them.
Well, if nothing else, we’re safe now from nuclear war with a country that has a couple of nukes and probably is laughing itself silly that our moron Fearful Leader gave them legitimacy and a few goodies and all they had to do was shake the asshole’s hand. Diplomacy in the Time of Idiocy. Montana was blessedly outback.