OK, I guess one of these pictures looks a little out of place…
Since it’s likely my one and only cat post, and that one in the middle there gets me every time, I had to include it. It kinda reminds me of me, somehow.
..not sure why.
I’d like to hideout like these kitties today and avoid my meeting with the democrats. But since I volunteered for every committee that they had and for an open precinct to PCO which I know next to nothing about, I guess I’d better go. Part of me still wants to go.
The other part wants to hide out under my sheets til’ oh, 2020?…24?
Boy, that’s sounds like a long way off.
Sure going to miss the arts when they’re gone.
I don’t think the National Endowment’s going to survive P. Trump.
It’s probably past time to face the music, though, and there won’t be anymore hiding out after this. I guess that’s why I wanted to retreat under those covers for the next decade.I have a feeling after tonight it’s going to be switch on, restarted, and that little engine revving, sending me off and running into political opinion once again.
Plus, I can’t hide from the people who don’t agree with everything I have to say. If I did I’d never be able to leave the house again that.
I can’t keep avoiding the people that I don’t agree with, either.Or the ones who say difficult things that are hard to hear. I need to listen to every point of view, even if it’s painful, like listening to Ed Schultz was this morning. I mean, I normally like the guy but he was pointing out some possible truths that are very inconvenient, especially when you’re still trying to think there’s a good team and a bad team and the good team is the one that we’re all playing on. Only maybe there’s only two big bad teams and we’re just scrambling around trying to either coral two teams into submission, ignore the allegation, or not be the last one picked..None of these tactics are working out.
I also realize that Schultz was sharing a sneaking suspicion I’d had all along. Only, mine wasn’t so sneaky in the beginning and boy did I get my hand slapped for that!
Rather than further the impression I was some sort of traitor or conspiracy theorists, I just stopped talking about the fishy smell wafting around every time someone mentioned Russia and hacking in the same sentence. I mean, something‘s not right there, but I can’t quite put my finger on exactly what.There’s just that gut-churn that knows some crucial piece of the puzzle is missing, one that might hit too close to home to find out. But as we’re learning in all things now, the truth must come out if we want to survive this…whatever this is.
So, eyes wide open, ears listening, head and mouth engaged: my motto’s from here on out!
I guess I better get ready and go, then.
I’ll miss my hideout, though.
Still, not much choice left.
Too much work to do.
Gotta Go now.