I’m not sure, really, how many posts I’ve done so far. I know it’s not many having just started this blog a bit over a month ago. But I do know there are nine more days of the Daily Posting Challenge. So, I’m almost there.
I’ve done a lot of surfing, today. Mostly on Twitter and some sites that feature “the raw story” about certain topics. Let me just tell you that between Donald J. Trump and his Russian friends, Roy Moore and his underage “friends”, and the FCC and their internet-meddling friends, I’ve come to a few conclusions. Apparently, somewhere along the way, this is what happened: I’ve stepped into a time warp that bled into an alternate universe that catapulted itself into a wormhole of backwardness where immoral behavior is praised and rewarded. All the while, my dumb ass has been stuck in Park. This is the only explanation I can muster. Have you ever felt like everything you do is a futile exercise in meaninglessness? This is where I am, now (elle oh elle).
No worries, however. Mama didn’t raise no fool, or quitter, or indecent and immoral quitter-fool! That would be, I suppose, the one greatest immorality and atrocity I could commit in my life – giving up. Just saying “fuck it – I quit” and never doing a damn thing ever again that mattered. I would surely be held accountable for that action. I mean, I’m not even sure how much of what I do now matters to anyone – besides me.
So, despite setbacks, despite ridiculous happenings, despite the guy at the corner store who fails to understand what I mean when I ask for the simplest requests . . . Despite all the superfluous bullshit that pertains to nothing and mostly no one besides the Man, and the Man’s evil counterpart called Advertising, and despite my own exhaustion, I will carry on.
I sincerely hope you all do as well, because, hey, otherwise, who the hell will read my words? We’re all in this together. Until next time, take care, bad guys and gals.