Friday, November 8, 2024

Everything Goes to Market

I'm not going to have any friends left, left or right.  I think those on the right have been stupidly and viciously fooled.  I think my friends on the left are being whiners.  What happened to their belief in democracy, their belief in the working class Everyman?  I'm on a text group of academic friends who all want to move to Canada.  Canada?

Conservatives open up a 14-point lead over the Liberals as Poilievre’s personal rating turns positive.

 Every country in the world is veering to the hard right.  Why do you think that is?  What factors are driving that?  

O.K.  C.C. is right.  I shouldn't do it.  I will have no friends left.  

I can't think.  I am being barraged by text messages from both sides.  They are each right.  They are each wrong.  But it is too much like a football game for me. 

"Go red shirts!"

"Go blue shirts!"

What are you going to do, go over the rainbow?  We live in Kansas now.  

"People don't appreciate."

I hate Trump.  

Last night, I made a delicious beef barley stew/soup that I shared with friends.  When I went to bed, I turned the a.c. down to make it comfortable for sleeping.  I got up to fresh ground brewed coffee--with mushroom powder in it for longevity.  I picked up my laptop to look up anything I wanted.  I checked my iPhone to make certain it was fully charged.  

I've had an easy life.  I've had it made.  Who knows about tomorrow?  

I'll remind you once again of Robert Frost's famous maxim:  "Everything goes to market."

The election went to market.  

I'll just leave two songs to end this: one for all the Mexicans who do the majority of work in America, and one for those who think they have it rough.  

WTF?




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