Days like today remind me what I used to falsely believe drinking ailed me of — feeling, thinking, hurting.
Those scenes, those thoughts, that pain will be there regardless.
What doesn’t have to be is the alcohol.
I don’t know how to react anymore. Suspect humans stage demonstrations of brutality and force and power and hate, over and over and over.
The media stirs and whirs and whips up all the bits and pieces of information, along with unconfirmed sources, into frenzied speculation, and breathlessly shoves it at…you. Me. Us. Everyone not directly involved.
It becomes increasingly difficult for me to walk about my world without feeling the invisible hand of the free market manipulating the pawns from on high, toying with consumers like some financial puppeteer in the sky.
Everything revolves around money…but when the money to be made reaches such staggering heights, the ethics & morals tip, then slide, then cascade right off the scales of justice.
A self-serving culture has turned our government into a dumpster fire. No idea what looms ahead for this trash pile, but listening to empty promises and outright lies is bad for yr health.
I shamefully did not vote in my local November elections, but that might be the best place to start. “Think global // vote local.”
It will take no small amount of work to understand what in the hell goes on out there, especially when the media is a spastic ratings fiend, existing almost solely to reach the highest volume of readers, viewers, and clickers — nevermind the veracity of the content they provide.
Anyway, time to log off. Damned grateful for the dog today — between a relentless slog in the office and the national news of terror, catching up with Charlie may have been the one time I cracked a smile.