Keep Your Eye On The Ball...

 Hi! 

 

You know that phrase, "sleep like a baby"? Yeah, ditch it. If anything, I'd like to sleep like a 10-year-old in the middle of a growth spurt. 

Leisurely sleep-ins, hanging out by the water, and discovering unusual treasures like a heart at the tip of a little feather, are the small things that add to the memory banks of a summer well spent. 

It's easy to get lost in the simple things, the slip-n-slides, the popsicles, the water fights, the bike rides, the watching of movies when the mosquitoes just get to be tooooooo much. It's easy, but every now and again you have to poke your head out into the ether and see what's going on outside of your simple-things bubble.

My phone began popping off last Saturday night with notifications about what went down in Pennsylvania that evening. There are so many unknowns as of yet, and the facts that are coming out make little sense. The guy was a registered Grand Cheeto supporter, and had signs that proved it in his yard until fairly recently. Was he actually aiming at Orange Jesus, or did he actually mean to hit the people that he hit? Was Epstein's bestie just collateral damage hit by a piece of flying shattered glass? Regardless, lives were devastated that night, but not the one that has been throwing the "look what a big boy I am" shindig for himself ever since. No, not his.  

Too much is unknown to be able to form any factual conclusion. There are absolutely no medical reports out that show the extent of Sir Bone Spur's injuries, or what they even were, exactly. The next day he was out golfing with no bandage in sight, but then, at the Comicon for Crazies Convention he showed up with a diaper on his ear. I've asked, and not one medical professional was able to explain that weird... whatever it was. 

The night of, he was pumping his fist and yelling "fight!" and posing for photos instead of.... oh, I don't know... leaving the platform? Some are trying to convince us the hesitancy to leave was bravery...... As he has shown absolutely no hints of courage before...ever...in his entire life... I doubt that's what it was. More likely... he was clueless as to what was going on, like he often is.

Then, for sure the first and second nights, and maybe more to come, of the Ban Everything BrouHaHa, after many took the opportunity to mimick his injury as an homage.... yeah, not culty at all... as they clamoured to kiss the ring... among other things... the self-proclaimed tough guy took a big 'ol Grandpa nap in his chair. He tried to fight it... there's video proof... for as long as he could, but the nighty-nights took hold, and out he went.

Now, this is a venue with a fair amount of very loud, obnoxious people in it who love to chant idiocies at the drop of a hat, always at FULL volume, while dramatic elevator music plays in the background. They are there for HIM. Aaaaaand he naps. 

Time will pass, and the facts about what happened will surface, they always do. In the meantime, he's gonna ride that pity pony 'til it dies. He's going to try to keep the attention on his "look at my ear!" to keep people from researching that horrific blueprint he and his ghouls have put together that will lead our neighbours to the south through some sort of backward portal that leads directly to Gilead.

Don't fall for it.

Progressive thinkers all over the world are doing things that will help mankind move forward in the best ways. Inclusivity, the environment, equal rights for EVERYBODY, feeding the hungry, putting an affordable roof over people's heads, taking care of those that need it most. I'm not sure what the endgame goal is for people who want to go backward.

If the working poor don't catch a break soon, our workforce is going to consist of people whose bodies and minds are unable to function. They are at max capacity. They are working longer hours than ever in modern history and are rewarded with not making enough money to pay rent AND eat. How long do you think they can keep it up?

The upcoming generations are watching this and putting their proverbial feet down. Yes, they have attitude. Yes, they take very little, if any, shit off of anyone. Yes, they are spicy as hell. They have zero intention of walking in the exhausted footsteps of their millennial parents. They want the same opportunities their great-grandparents had. When minimum wage could build a pretty decent life for a family of four. A SINGLE INCOME household with one minimum wage job. It was the reason minimum wage was put into place in the first place, to try and eliminate the poverty that plagued the world in the 1930's. A poverty we may very well revisit at its hundredth anniversary if we're not very careful. 

So, we will have to play a bit of wait-and-see while our hearts break for families once again devastated by a culture that worships flying bullets. 

The truth is a stubborn thing that can rarely be ignored or suppressed for too long. The trick is to remove the heads of idiots from the buttcrack of the Grandpa napping champion long enough to see it. Trying to stop progress isn't an option. Women are powerful. The young are energized and pissed off. The rainbow community is getting stronger and more confident, as are the voices of reason when it comes to the climate issues at hand. 

So as the Gilead enthusiasts gather to worship their Diaper-Headed leader this week, keep your eye on the ball.