A bright morning. Something died; the vultures are wheeling over the back of the tree-line and they are upsetting the nest of crows that live back there. There is “caw”ing going on.
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A bright morning. Something died; the vultures are wheeling over the back of the tree-line and they are upsetting the nest of crows that live back there. There is “caw”ing going on.
It’s nice to see a democrat who is not a complete apologist for US imperialism.
I’m so depressed by politics that I find myself energized creatively. It’s deflection. If I can make something beautiful or tasty, I won’t think so much about how the world has become a playground for the worst sort of people.
Today I’m including a bonus photo of the maples at the back of my yard, where the old horse barn used to stand.
It’s hard to keep from just burying my head under the covers and waiting for everything to go away. But I don’t think that’s going to work; the nasty people in the world are simply not going to allow us to escape unmolested; in fact molesting everyone who is not them is their objective.
They are sickening and disgusting.
This is a foreshadowing. I’m not going to torment you by seeing who can guess what it’s for.
There was pea soup fog this morning, which burned off by 10am.
This one is in focus. In fact, it looks extra sharp and crispy.
There was a great moment in Woody Allen’s Bananas, in which the US is intervening in a CIA-sponsored “revolution” in a central american “banana republic” – the viewpoint switches to a bunch of US Army commandos in a C-130 getting ready to parachute down to overthrow the government: “The CIA has guys on the other side, so no matter who wins we’re on the winning side.”
There has been some sloppy talk about Turkey holding US nukes “hostage.” It’s not quite that bad, but the situation definitely sucks.