Now we're onto Anger

I have just been flipping through Threads and Instagram not to doom scroll but just get highlights.  

So the buddy in chief gave a Nazi salute.  If people think that was ok, I don't want to know them.  That's disgusting.

And Orange Foolius admitted that Elon altered the computers.  I feel like one of those conspiracy clowns for even entertaining the thought in my head like could something have happened?  I had just read Kara Swisher's book about Big Tech and it made me wonder.  Then I thought, no.  I'm not better than the people who thought the 2020 election was stolen.  What does it all mean?  I would like to know more.  This just doesn't surprise me.  We have a Nazi whispering in the President's ear.  That's frightening.

I just read about a son who turned his dad in for January 6th getting out of prison.  That's horrible.  

Fear and anxiety.  This is our new normal. I read that people are preparing for ICE raids in Chicago with protests and offering resources.

I have Becker on, the old Ted Danson show from the late 90s.  I watched a documentary on Saturday Night Live that was pretty good.  I forgot that Damon Wayans was on the show.  He was fired so that's probably why I didn't remember him.  

I got a little tearful when I told my mom that Joe pardoned his family.  I just started listening to Valerie Owens, Joe's sister, on Audible.  She worked with him on his campaigns.  Maybe I'll listen to her tomorrow and forget the world has just entered Bizarro world.

I rarely go on Facebook and when I did I saw JD Vance's picture on my feed.  What a holy horror that was to see him and his guyliner.  Good gawd.  I guess once him and Orange Foolius took office the accounts for President and Vice President change over to the new administration on Facebook or in this case, the new nightmare of our lives.

I'm still horrified by that salute.  I don't give a flying F what people say.  That was a Nazi salute.  People need to quit normalizing this crap.  

It's not ok.  It's just not ok.


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