, , , , , , ,

I’ve just been singing the blues lately! Not really, I don’t even sing, but I’ve been marinating in this delightful band called, “Vintage Explosion.” Here they are doing, “A Change is Going to Come.”

Ahh, that voice. So good.

I really like unusual things, odd juxtapositions. So here we have some Scottish guys singing the blues from another time, another era, another part of the world. Perfect.

Recently I ran into a couple of Russians, painters, and their English was so thick, we just could not communicate at all. One of them actually pulled a cross out from beneath his shirt and clear as a bell said, “amazing grace.” Oh my goodness, it was so sweet I had to fight back tears. We suddenly had a connection, something in common, no language skills required. Finally his friend quite wisely handed me his phone to read, which had translated, “where is the bathroom?”

So there you go, I have confessed to my latest Russian collusion. Clearly these two were my brothers from another mother.

In other news, it seems as if Elon Musk has purchased Twitter for real. I’ve noticed some huge changes already, like suddenly people I used to read have reappeared in my reader. I can see people’s comments. I have a few followers again. It started to make me mad because it really demonstrated how bad the censorship and shadow banning has been, and how we have been forced to kind of just suck it up and ignore it. I didn’t even realize how bad it was until it started to go away. Arrggg. To compensate, some of the outrage has been amusing to watch. People are acting like a six year old having a tantrum in the candy store because other people are now allowed to exist.

I once told a dumb joke on social media, someone said their hair was on fire and I said, “if your rear end was on fire you could be a politician.” Liar, liar, pants on fire. Boom, I was instantly guilty of misinformation, microaggression, election interference, and probably a threat to public health, too. Sheesh, we do not need our speech policed and micro-managed, especially not when all manner of really obscene stuff is allowed, even promoted and supported.

There is an election coming up next week and a lot of fear, a lot of uncertainty. There is talk of possible diesel shortages, which would be unsettling. It would mean empty shelves, perhaps gas shortages. Elections are important, they have consequences. However, I just want to say, every single election in my lifetime has been dire, a matter of life and death, as in, oh my goodness we’re all going to die. Some of us call it the “silly season,” as in there will be relentless fear mongering and empty promises. I just want to offer a reality check that won’t bounce, so the phrase, “this is the most important election of our lifetime” was being said before I was even born.

If I had the time, I’d go collect some screenshots to prove it. We have always said, “this is the most important election of our lifetime.”

That said, there are 3 pretty remarkable women running for office here in the 9th circuit of hell, who I’m cheering for. I’ve met them all and they are just amazing. I’m a-praying, it would just be a huge change for the good. Either way, I’m really grateful to have been able to bear witness to their campaigns, their boldness, their hope, their perseverance.