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⚑ January 13, 2017

Gif & Jif πŸ‘―

A moment of calm within a storm.

A moment of calm within a storm.

We are all now launched upon the vast uncertain seas of the year 2017. A guy is going to get inaugurated soon, and there’s a huge march of women planned for the next day in Washington. Due to the extensive but deep connections of my lobbyist friend Joan, we have two tickets to the party, if we decide to go. There are so many ways this can go.

On the one hand, it could be a grand day of fun, snacks, and naps on the way home, with everyone using their pinkish pussyhats as pillows. Or, it could involve bruises and those nasty plastic ties that are used when they intend to treat you like garbage. Either way, we’ll both be 70. I, for one, would like to be around to write this year, and it feels right to stay near home with my bottles of captured water.

Squirrels to the rescue.

Squirrels to the rescue.

There is only one thing I’m worried about, and that’s the loss of everything, including these words, in the conflagration that could happen if our fragile way of life is blown away. And who better to clear the land than a real-estate and land-developer?

I don’t know. I don’t know. I remember reading frantic thoughts like these from those who hated Obama and thought he was going to do us in. I was a part of a community that has completely calved itself into two rapidly separating ice floes. The UFO buffs who have voted for Trump have won, for now. How they handle victory will determine their fate, and meanwhile … their enemies multiply at an alarming rate.

Interesting times call for interesting heroes. πŸ”