Tuesday, November 12, 2024

Sir Immanuel Kant


Today is Day One of my Trump-free life. Actually it's more like Day 7, as I've managed to go a week without posting about him. Nor reading any news that might involve him. Which is not easy considering how this oxygen hog injects himself into the news on a minute by minute basis.

I'm going to do what the media couldn't, I'm going to ignore him. At last count there might be 70 million of us who have now sworn off the Pussy Grabber in Chief, so I know I'm in good company. 

I also know that it will be tempting to comment or post on any number of his upcoming foibles, whether he wants to rip down windmills to save the whales and prevent cancer or he plans to drain the oceans of any and all sharks. 

It was all low hanging fruit for the past 10 years. 

Make no mistake it was a lot of fun and I felt like I was hardwired to mock he who was and still is mockworthy. I imagined myself as a staff writer on Kimmel or Colbert or even The Daily Show and gorged myself on his unbelievable fucking insanity.  

But unlike those staffers, who must be as exhausted as I am, I was not getting anything out of it but algorithmic hits of dopamine. 

So now I'm changing my diet. And my social media habits. In just one week of my detox I'm already starting to feel lighter. And less inclined to carry the psychological burden he so relentlessly imposes on all of us. And our zeitgeist.

Despite the election results of last week, I still feel America cannot begin to calculate the damage he has done. But the kids at the back of the room, the ones who never studied, never picked up a book, never learned to recognize the patterns of history (in this case, fascist patterns) can have him. 

As I move forward, I choose to follow the wise words of one Albert Einstein...


Also, not for nothing, I plan to leave my significant Yard sign collection supporting Kamala and the cause of grace, empathy and humanity over affordable prices for bacon and eggs. My proclamations of being anti-fascist have already produced tangible results.

Last week it appeared someone lost a 100 dollar bill on my front yard. 

Upon further exploration however, I discovered it was a counterfeit.

If that's not the perfect encapsulation of his flim-flammery, nothing is.

Go Make America Great Again, Red Hats, we're all waiting.





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