I apologize to anyone who turns to my blog for information, or a whimsical bon mot to interject around the water cooler, (are there still water coolers?), or the correct syntax and appropriate usage of foul, (see Huffington’s “Rules of Allowable Vocabulary for Sponsor-supported Posts”), language when you just can’t find a better fucking word than…well, right off the bat, don’t look for this on Huffington is all I’m saying.
It’s not that I’ve lost any of my pent up rage or the hubris to share it with whomever cares to read it. It’s certainly not that the week was news-lite, quite the contrary. Maybe I’ve had or am having a destructive synaptic event, because, in stark contrast to the resident terror and angst resulting from my self-confident, omniscient channeling and grasp of the to-the minute news feed, this week I’m a bit at sea…more than a bit. For any of you who would like to play the home game, I could really use some help with the following:
- What the fuck happened to Congress? (I’ve already blown the Huffington deal, so, why back off).
- Why doesn’t anyone talk about the fact that the obscene cost of Health Care is due to more than 50% of its cost being sucked up by insurance company administration, disguised as benevolent ‘claims adjusters’, (pronounced, ‘obstructionist, usurious death merchants’), standing sentry between patients and real care?
- North Korea and Kim Jung What-the-Fuck is how it all ends…really?
- Why does anyone, (present company inexplicably included), report what Donald Trump says or does? You know, full of sound and fury…signifying nothing…and all that?
- What’s up with tofu?
- Sometimes I read dictionary definitions and slink away less informed than when I started, but annihilation…pretty sure I get that one. I could be missing something, but there doesn’t seem to be any wiggle room for a degree or two of variance when it comes to cataclysmic end-of-days shit. Acknowledging, addressing and setting a course for universal cooperation to proactively embrace the challenges of climate change is undeniably survival 101. Any country or world leader or boneheaded talk radio voice, (see where I’m going with this?), that does not wholly accept this premise must, at the very least, shut the fuck up! (I guess I wasn’t necessarily looking for clarification here…maybe an amen).
- I don’t think I’ve got an early onset of anything, (yet), but I could use a little reaffirmation. Nuclear war…bad…right?
- Putin?
Watching, (I just can’t look away), the brainless reality show that the United States has become, since ceding the reins of power to the flesh and blood Despicable Me, is a waking, intellectual nightmare. It can’t be a good thing that the smartest are not even allowed in the room. To have landed here in a complete reversal of the soaring joy at the moment of Barak Obama’s first victory, perhaps the most hopeful moment of my life, seems unimaginable. Yet, pinch as I might…I can’t wake up. Anybody…anybody…Bueller?
