On this scary day, as American troops directly battle Houthi rebels and China continues to build its giant, overwhelming navy, while victims of Mass Formation Psychosis, racists, and just plain criminals lay waste to American cities, it is hard not to envision our elected leaders slithering along the halls of congress, occasionally having anal sex with one another and robbing the American people. I find it easy to think of most politicians as shape-changing reptiles. To me, their astral bodies look like Komodo dragons.
But, as I look out the window at the arctic blast that has frozen east Tennessee into a coma, I thank God for central heating, good insulation, and good neighbors.
Until a George Floyd national holiday is established to honor the Biden Crime Syndicate for flooding America with Fentanyl, there is still hope. There is almost always hope.
Don’t forget.
Hard times are, after all, the norm. This brief holiday of fossil-fueled technowonder nonsense is about done.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1rko_qsFgYM
Forget about the slithering politicians, says me, and focus on those wonderful neighbors.