After a fairly long break, I’m back with tons of energy, sort of, and ready to sally forth…
Hoy hoy there. Well wasn’t that a trip? And now that it’s over and we’re holding hands again and singing round the campfire, we can go back to the good old days and let bygones be bygones. Yes siree, Bob! It’s all good.
Sure, there are those who are worried and concerned—on both sides of the isle, (As examples, please see the following: American myth. Many countries rather than one. Apocalyptic America. Ungovernable.) but I’m going to go out on a super positive limb and say that everything’s going to be super positive.
Naturally, there are those who will point out that some of the country is still in the thrall of wackos and cranks, that—especially for the crypto bros and those so enticed—market corrections, recession and inflation are rearing their ugly heads, and the whole planet is doomed by our lackluster approach to climate change. Then there’s all of our culture war fights and whether it’s good or bad to offer the house of dudes across the street some homemade chili. These are all important issues on which to issue screeds on social media, which I will do as soon as I jimmy up enough interest. Plus, we have two wonderful years of asinine comments to look forward to by you know who.
It’s all good.
Some of you may think I’ve lost the last of my marbles; other will not get the marbles reference, which is kind of sad, particularly for those of us who prized our clearies, but that’s the way it goes with toys and fads. The same goes for gamers who miss the now rather lame games of the 80s. Time marches on, and the past must be subsumed by all of our present preoccupations. (If you found that last line profound, please feel free to put it on a tee shirt.)
And however many marbles the rest of you may still possess, you have to admit that life continues down its meandering path, and we, the people of this vast and varied country, just can’t turn away from this week’s, this month’s, this year’s s**tshow, whether its the Congress, all the terribly important twitterers worked up by the head twit, or the fiasco taking place with the Denver Donkeys and their new QB, Rusty.
Life, as it must, goes on, inextricably, to whatever noble end fate has in store for it. So pull up a chair, grab a Bud Lite, and enjoy the show! Or go for a hike, or a bike ride, or simply go stand in the sun for a while.
Works for me.
©2022 David William Pearce