I’ve been fighting a head cold that has made sleep more challenging than tying my shoes wearing mittens, so I should probably warn you that I am scattered and punchy this morning, and probably a little pithier than usual. The combination of a tough week at work and sinuses determined to drown me has created a major grumpster, folks! Seriously – the sheer volume of snot created by my sinuses has to be some sort of record. I can’t take traditional cold medicines, as they make me quiver and want to crawl out of my skin, so I am a walking skin bag of symptoms. I’m incapable of a coherent singular blog post this morning but I’m hoping that a pithiness post will be achievable. I have to save what little focus I might have for some work on The Lonely Time I hope to do later, but I may be able to string together a few random thoughts this morning. Here goes nothing!
- Thursday evening Jeremy said he wanted to watch the Republican debate to witness the craziness that has been occurring in them. I had just finished shoving bamboo under my fingernails and sticking a fork in my eye, and there was no dentist open for an impromptu root canal, so I was out of more pleasant options. I can’t say I really “watched” any of it, but I was present in the room for about 20 minutes until I called “uncle” and went to bed, struggling to breath and sleep being far preferable to watching any more. Seriously? Excuse me, but WTF? Look, I am a liberal Democrat, so it is highly unlikely, impossible even, that I will ever find watching a Republican debate enjoyable; I will own my bias. But that demonstration of insult and ego was painful and, frankly, disgusting to watch. I. Just. Don’t. Understand. I think what frightened me the most was the crowd reaction. If you were JUST listening to the sounds of the audience, with all verbal diarrhea from the stage blocked out, I would swear you would think you were hearing the crowd at a professional wrestling match. That, people, scares the crap out of me. Politicians of ALL flavors, especially at the presidential level, have to be skilled at rhetoric and filled with ego, so to *some* degree, a certain level of blowhardiness is to be expected. But when you combine the trash talking and childish attacks on the stage with the catcalls, boos, and mania coming from the crowd, it becomes a spectacle, a grisly sideshow of horror. One that, quite frankly, is appalling. Honestly, I’m embarrassed. I get that in the primary it is all about the base, but I am frightened that it appears the Republican base appears to be reveling in its unabashed racism, xenophobia, homophobia, and plain old ordinary hatefulness. It’s only March and I am already looking forward to this election season being over. I think that is sad in what is supposed to be the model of democracy for the world.
- On a related note, this week a friend made a thoughtful post on Facebook, the premise being that when we share memes or jokes about Trump on social media we actually strengthen him. The rationale, which I find logical given what I wrote above, is that when we minimize Trump’s (or any candidate’s, for that matter) rhetoric with humor, or even with contempt, we fuel the passions of those who agree with him. I think this is particularly true with Trump, though, whose base seems eager to embrace his “tell’s it like it/speaks his mind,” brand of bullshit because it provides them with cover to release their own plethora of hate. Honestly, I’m not sure those cows can be put back in the barn, though, in this election cycle, or maybe ever again. The noise level is just too great, on all sides.
- We had a little snow this week, possibly the last of the season, just enough to whiten the ground for a few hours. I saw temperatures in the 60s and 70s in the forecast for next week, so, although it’s unlikely to be permanent, it will surely start pushing those bulbs and buds into greener things. I’m always ready for the next season, but I’m glad we had another bit of snow. It always makes me a little sad when that “possibility” of a snow pause is no more. It’s time, though, and the thought of having the windows thrown open and fresh air and the smell of dirt and green wafting through the house is very welcome!
- Speaking of spring…daylight savings time begins a week from tomorrow. I know most of you probably look forward to the longer evenings, and there is a part of me that does, too. However, I have to admit that I HATE what it does to mornings. Just in the last few weeks it has been daylight for my drive to work, and that has always made GOING to work easier for me. I far prefer it to driving to work in the dark. After next Sunday, though, I will be back to that long, dark, drive, at least for a while, and that just sucks. I know, it is a trade off, and I will be enjoying the longer evenings, too, but at least you will know why I am cranky in the mornings in a week, and it will have nothing to do with an insufficient amount of coffee, which might be your first guess, that being the typical reason for my morning funks. At this time each year I also wonder what it must be like to live in Arizona, where most of the state does not observe daylight savings time. What if you live in Arizona but work in New Mexico? I’m not sure I could function if I had to do that. That scenario sort of messes with my head and reminds me of when I used to set my alarm clock 20 minutes fast, back before I became a morning person.