During this unsettling episode that keeps going without breaks, it’s so very easy to get lost in the haze of discontent and hopelessness. We hung in a haze of anger and sickening anxiety.
The world hasn’t ended yet, but if you opt to keep abreast about latest developments, you would have to be inhuman to not feel your heart bursting with heightened anticipation for what lies ahead.
President Trump was an asshole at the time of his election, and he has evolved into an unsightly cretin and cowardly oaf, who disgustingly considers the deadliness of coronavirus as the annoying distraction that could ultimately end his political career.
We are living in a leaderless nation, and the only way to maintain calm and not tip over the edge is to try with all our might to count our blessings even if you come up with just a couple.
Yes, we are surrounded by threats to our lives, activated by the recklessness of those who either believe God shares in their stupidity or they selfishly want to bring a shit load of innocents along in their quest for an orchestrated untimely demise.
For me, the thorn in my side is cut deep by the insufferable antics of bored celebrities and so-called influencers who are knee deep in muddy narcissism, splattering on social media platforms with reminders of why an epic plague may have been…
