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Why This Era of Extremes Forces Me To Back Down
People are losing their goddamn minds. The rage machine is roaring out of control and if you’re in doubt, all you have to do is spend five minutes on the social media platform of your choice or even less, internalizing recaps of the evening news.
The messiness of our existence is enhanced by this era of extremes.
Mother nature isn’t fucking around, and her handiwork is wreaking havoc both at home and abroad. Thunderous thunder storms that suddenly overpower a pleasant sunny day. Back-to-back earthquakes and the aftershocks that wickedly promise more on the way.
And the loss of any ounce of predictability that forces the recognition of how scarily helpless we are as mere dots in an unfolding plan that won’t take our survivability into consideration when the outcome is revealed.
No wonder the globalized hysteria has reached new heights.
And then we have the “booming economy” to contend with, and how a shit load of Americans who are miserably weathering the tempestuous residue of the economic crisis of 2008, are terribly over-worked and underpaid.
The messaging that’s energetically elaborated by Ivanka Trump, who has taken it upon herself to be the “ambassador of goodwill” when it comes to making sure that the job sector is robust enough…
