April 10, 2025 ~ Thursday (very early am/can’t sleep)
This is your word for the day. I’m so disgusted with everything political, I’m not going to get into it other than to say that I’m pissed as hell that people voted this Magat in – AGAIN. And in doing so allowed him the ability to ruin our country and our lives and to appoint absolute imbeciles as directors of agencies who … have no f’g clue as to what they should be doing because they are amazingly and inordinately unqualified, dress up as border guards for photo-ops and ride-alongs, go on rants if they don’t have warm cookies, use police helicopters for their personal use, redecorate offices but don’t use them, demand a 20-man security unit for their personal protection, say that castor oil will cure measles, use their gmail accounts and personal phones while inadvertently “sucking up” people without a security clearance into an unsecure online war chat room, and the list goes on and on and on and on. Meanwhile, the stupidcallousfragileracistsexistlyingPOTUS is erasing history, golfing, wreaking havoc in every way possible just because he can/he wants to/and no one is stopping him, spouting off on everything imaginable, firing half the federal work force and closing down umpteen programs and departments, manipulating the stock market, sending who knows who off to foreign prisons, putting tariffs on penguins, and basking in all the attention he is getting. He’s a narcissistic buffoon who doesn’t give a shit about anyone or anything – except himself – who is wanting fealty from his followers and country and immunity and immeasurable and unbridled power. Mary Poppins he is NOT. The major asshole and all his minion assholes are running amok; what a disgusting display of power and greed and selfishness. Public servants my ass. It’s all just a shitshow.
And just think of all the GOOD he/they could be doing!
So, here I am at nearly 3am madder than a wet hornet (and they get SO mad!) – wondering why I can’t sleep! Hmmm. Can’t possibly be due to the state of our country/economy/stability/reputation/security/democracy/future …
Perhaps it’s because my sweet, puggy pal whom I’ve been caring for for a while now went to the bridge yesterday. He was an old guy – as in ancient – and we knew his little doggy days were numbered as he was slowing down – as only an old pug can do. It’s easy to tell when a pug is slowing down – they go from sleeping 22 hours a day to sleeping over 23 hours. Sweet Baxter – he will be missed. I like to think that Gert met him at the bridge and the two of them are running around some flower-filled meadow being absolute goobers.
Or maybe it’s that, for some reason, I’ve gained 8 lbs of water weight in the last week – enough for my ankles to look like the Pillsbury Doughboy’s. New meds? I don’t know yet – cause tbd. But, I’ve turned into my own personal water tower!
When I thought of me being a water tower, I laughed as a memory came with that thought. One very hot, sticky, humid, Chicago summer night – oh so many moons ago (as in 50 years or more) – my mom yelled to my brother and me to get up as there was a tornado! I ran out of my room just as my brother ran out of his and I ran into him– SMACK! My face made a sucking sound as it met with his grossly wet, shirtless back. He was a complete sweaty mess and damn – that was disgusting! Somewhere between the hallway and the stairs to the basement, my mom (or was it my brother?) realized that the “tornado” she saw out the front living room window was actually the town water tower – a block away. WTF mom! I guess it could look somewhat tornado-y in its silver, mushroom-spaceshipesque shape in the middle of the night but … ! How she saw that in the dead of night, I have no idea. But – yeah … one of those things that you don’t forget – but you also don’t think about for eons and eons.
One day, years before that incident, I was walking home from school and the door at the base of said water tower was OPEN! I always thought the thing was full of … well … WATER! I was crushed to see a stairway winding up from the base upwards into a very high unknown. No Noah’s Ark floods to be had! You don’t see many water towers these days – mostly just in rural areas. Or was it just a Midwest thing? I wonder if that tower is still there?
I am off to bed … now thinking more of my walk to elementary school than the stupid, callous, fragile, racist, sexist, lying POTUS that is ruining our country.