All I feel these days is a sense of barely contained rage. I think there's maybe 300,000,000 other Americans that feel something similar. This for all the reasons we already know. We also know there are no real solutions, at least none that current factional politics can give us.
Something from the "Narnia" books,.."always winter, and never Christmas."
That's it in a nutshell.
I weary of this ugly, prolonged national static. Maybe that's why I considered vanishing back onto the street. At least there you have certainty. You live or you die. No bullshit, no discussion. Same as I've been told by war vets. No bullshit. Life or death from moment to moment, and you never know which or when so you just go with it.
The good thing about snow in the Emerald City is that it covers up the shit.