election

So tired. So very tired. I can barely move. I went to bed last night very late but no matter. I’m sick of what this country has come to. What will happen to our earth? Our animals? Our leavings on this planet?

“There is an eerie sense of Panic in the air, a silent Fear and Uncertainty that comes with once-reliable faiths and truths and solid Institutions that are no longer safe to believe in. . . . There is a Presidential Election, right on schedule, but somehow there is no President” Hunter Thompson

I read a post by someone who said “I guess the words we speak, the truth, means something unless you are a Democrat.” This when the one-who-was-elected has lied at every public speech. I no longer understand anything.

Go in peace, go in love.

St. Agnes, Tommy The Truth, and Anna Belle the Lesser all surrounded me for a discussion this morning. OK, not so much a discussion as a complaint session. I was the listener. Here’s the gist of it.

The Truth has become irrelevant. Perhaps it has been so for years, maybe even forever. But it has become more evident.
Facts have become negotiable.
Religion has become political, if not quite as political as it was during the reign of the Borgias. It is the age of the politics of enlightenment.

Add to this a recent read wherein an ingrained belief system is actually written into a pathway of the brain. To “attack” a belief, even if it is the truth, is the same as an actual attack to the person. The person’s brain anyway.

This is why you can’t argue beliefs with truth or facts. Differing opinions look at the same things and do not see them the same. Hillary decided to attack Trump in the last blitz by running his own adds. Some said, “You see? Now how can you argue with that? It’s the truth.” You can argue if that’s what you want to hear. And that, my friends is exactly what the Trump base wanted to hear. Hillary ran the end game by working PR for The Donald.

Facts? What facts? Again, the base doesn’t give a rat’s arse if Trump said three different things at three different times and all of them contradictory. So what? If he’s going to go to bat for them they don’t care what he says about anything, much less the government.

Say it loud, say it clear. Say it over and over. The man mocks and people applaud.

Oh, and about the gathering here this morning—St. Agnes, et.al.—are the resident ducks who always have something to say. Usually complaints. Spiritual nabobs.

Religion & enlightenment? Later. After a trip to the liquor cabinet.