I just wrote a long piece about Epstein, Maxwell, and Letourneau. Actually, it was about people's fascination with all of it. There is much interest in Ghilane Maxwell turning over graphic tapes of every powerful and famous person in the world. The Clintons, of course. Trump absolutely.
It will never happen. They don't exist. Do people think that everyone with power and access is a pedophile? Why?
Oh, there I go again. I trashed the whole thing. It was really about parents and how we don't seem to hold them accountable, but fuck it. I'm just going to sit back and watch the rodeo. I don't have a dog in that fight.
They used to say there was nothing you could do about the weather. Boy, were they wrong. This weekend is proving that just about everywhere in the country. We did something about the weather, alright. We really did. I was hoping the climate would heal during the coronavirus lockdown. The earth seemed nicer then. The air was clearer, the water cleaner, and the world was quieter. But things are not looking so good again.
If you can find some good news, let me know.
Well, we are elevating victims to the status of heroes. I've never liked a hero, anyway. Who does, really? Only those with authoritarian personalities, that crowd that watches Fox. I guess I have an anti-authoritarian personality, if that is a category. As Groucho Marx sang so admirably, "Whatever it is, I'm against it."
I can't even agree with myself.
I've been at this far too long today. I've written two posts and am posting half. It is like that sometimes. All your good ideas seem to wither in the light.
But gardens do grow, too.