From the looks of it, today is going to be a scorcher. It’s not even noon and one of my many thermometers is reading 91 degrees. It’s a good day to stay inside and contemplate what appears to be the news. It ain’t pretty.
London is reeling from a van “attack” on the London bridge, as if vans can pull this off all by themselves. Then, as if this weren’t enough, the guys in the van drove to a market and began to stab people indiscriminately. Theresa May, Britain’s brain dead PM, then blamed the interwebtubes for the attacks. Some one, some where else, as I recall, then blamed the attacks on global warming and Trump for pulling out of a treaty that hasn’t been ratified and commits the United States to sending billions of dollars ’round the world to, well, I’m not sure what all that money will do to change the climate except to make people like Al Gore filthy rich. What? People from near the equator are going on a rampage because summer is coming?
Then there are the students at Evergreen State College who are demanding a whites leave campus and are particularly pissed at one professor who has called these mental midget students on their incoherent twaddle. These SJWs are puking out the left’s usual talking points, you know, white privilege, hostility towards people who identify as transsexual, gender confused, sheep loving, xi/xe of mostly brown hued patches on their legs, the ugly but constant presence of the patriarchy, and we’re not sure exactly what Rachael Maddow is, but we believe every word she utters rhetoric that passes as thoughtful debate these days. Where’s my copy of Mastering the Art of French Cooking when I need it? I need mushrooms in cream sauce, my stomach is aching.
I’ve always suspected my species was capable of some pretty crazy stuff, you know, looking back on our history, but this is right up there with the inquisition. We don’t like the way you think because it threatens all the “progress” we have made, so now it’s time to crack down on all of you heathens out there in flyover country, and Hell, even on those we thought were on our side, TRAITORS! Any one else care to disagree?
There’s more, but I’m not sure my stomach can take it. We seem to have steered the ship of Man into the Bermuda triangle where compasses don’t work and shoes come in eighth sizes. I’d like the Opera Pumps in a 9 7/8 please. Here, in “the Triangle,” up is down, grass is blue, the sky is green and Archie Bunker agrees with everything Michael Stivic has to say. Eric has his foot up Red’s ass and can it be true? Is it even possible in this upside down world? Kathy Griffin actually said something funny? Oh Lordy, Lordy, pass the Tums.
The only thing I can think to do is to wander out to the garden (later, when it’s cooler) and pull some weeds. In the garden, at least, I can actually do something about those pesky, unwelcome thistles in the salad bowl.