I haven’t been on the computer for a few days. I guess you would say I am in kind-of-a-funk. It just seems that every time I think about writing a post I ask myself: what is the use.
It feels like I have gone to sleep and found myself in a crazy psychedelic dream were the country is being run by Krusty the Clown, with Moe, Larry and Curly as his brain trust.
I was afraid it would get to this point where I would become so saturated with outlandishly bizarre Trump news that I would no longer care to stay informed.
There are so many serious issues to deal with, from climate change to poverty to health care; and at present, the one that should scare the hell out of us is North Korea’s Kim Jong-um with nuclear weapons developing an ICBM that can reach the United States, and Donald Trump with the code to our nuclear arsenal.
You don’t have to look very close to see that these two people are extremely similar.
I feel like that crazy man standing on a soap box on the street corner shouting and waving his sign that The End is Near.
I am almost thankful that we have a nor-easter coming into Maine Tuesday into Wednesday with snow accumulations predicted between twelve and twenty inches.
This should ground me back to reality.