WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?

 I find myself using that simple question more and more these days. And it’s not for the more than obvious Trump cabinet picks. I know the answer to that. Casting by Satan. I don’t know if Bill Cosby and Harvey Weinstein are still alive, but…….now with Jeffrey Epstein gone, either seem perfect for Secretary of (underage) Women’s Affairs. I haven’t had a TV in a long time, but most of the cabinet seem to be plucked from reruns and long-ago cancelled shows. Once Matt Gaetz is thrown in jail, I nominate the A.I. generated Scooby-Doo hologram for A.G. “Sooby-Dooby-Doo! I convict YOU!”

 

No. The whys I’ve been muttering to myself as I split wood, hunt and butcher deer, cook venison stew on the woodstove, and as Shewho, washes wool, spins Lassie’s hair and weaves rugs on her many looms are…..why the fuck does the 21^st Century need A.I., and bitcoin powered by nuclear powered plants? Assholes like Elon Musk landing rich tourists on Mars? A global arms industry that funds genocide and colonialism? &c.? &c.?

 

One doesn’t need to be sitting in the tree stand for hours on end (seeing nothing) to ask these questions. All you have to do is pry your eyes open in the morning. Used to be I stayed engaged with Democracy Now and Aljazeera. No more. I can’t get through 15 mins. of news before my stomach starts to flip. CNN and PBS lost me months ago with their pro-Israeli spin and lame jingoism. I never liked MSNBC. Too much makeup. The entire mess has been normalized to the degree that I can’t even satisfy my “outrage porn” needs. The neighbor’s ostriches stretch their necks out, look at me and wink, as if to say “You know what you have to do.” Nooooooooooooooo!