I am extremely ill today, and my angry political filter is turned off to conserve power for my ravaged immune system.
I may have slept three hours last night, I'm not sure. If I did, it was only because of the Nyquil, and it was not the peaceful, feel better in the morning sleep I was promised. However, I have coffee, and so I will press on with this Tuesday and resist the urge to drink a bottle of Jameson and close the blinds until Saturday. But damn, that sounds like such a nice plan.
I have been waiting patiently for Ashton Kutcher to jump out from behind Donald Trump at one of these rallies or debates and laugh and shout about what idiots we've all been to believe that this could actually be happening.
"You just got Punk'd!"
And yet, here we are, nearly half-way through the primary season, and still I am haunted by this mean-hearted orange gremlin every time I open up my internet browser. I don't get it... well, mostly. I understand that the American people are tired of politics-as-usual and exhausted to the point of losing hope, but jumping behind some bigot with a history of financial blunder and a self-aggrandizing public persona just because he's different is a bad plan.
More hate is not the answer (judging by his words and actions, Trump seems to hate women, Hispanics, journalists, Muslims, etc, etc, etc...).
Less freedom is not the answer (Trump has advocated taking away the rights of American Muslims, taking away the protection promised by the Constitution for our freedom of speech, taking away health care from the needy and elderly, etc, etc, etc...).
I understand being disillusioned by the workings of the US government!
There are so many things that need to be fixed, it can seem insurmountable at times. But it's not. No matter your skin color, your religion, your political party, don't be fooled. Donald Trump cares only about Donald Trump, and will do exactly nothing to make your life, or the lives of those you care for, any better. As a matter of fact, if his hate speech and issue hopping show us anything, he is likely to make things much worse.
I haven't been writing much, and that hurts. I'll get back to it, though. I need to get myself free of whatever vile affliction my throat, lungs, and head have taken in. Afterwords, the world will be much less filled with white pages.
I'm reading the Night Angel Trilogy by Brent Weeks right now. I actually read the first book way back, probably eight years or so ago, and loved it, but was never able to continue the series. I don't know why. It's amazing, I love going back to it. It's been so long I feel like I'm reading something brand new, and after the first book, I really will be.