Days of Glory, Days of Rage
If you follow me on social media, you will have noticed that I’ve not referenced the passing of Ruth Bader Ginsburg. There is a reason for this.
What do you say about the death of a titan? About the death of someone so mighty that the sky itself rested on her shoulder?
I think, nothing. All that I may offer is respectful silence. That, and my head bowed in what is, in my way, a kind of prayer.
Rest in peace.
Which reminds me…
About Mitch McConnell’s more or less obvious intent to slap in an archi-Conservative, crypto-fascist, wunder-sh*t as a Supreme Court Justice before the end of tRump’s ghastly first term (oh, dear God, grant there isn’t a second), so that Pig-brained Trillionaires and knuckle-dragging, mouth-breathing, Ku Kluxing Deporables can do even more damage to the American republic than they’ve already managed…
It is good to know that #MoscowMitch remains America’s premiere infected hemorrhoid in the rectum of the body politic.
Consistency is everything.
So a while back I volunteered to send texts for the Biden/Harris campaign. I was intimidated by it, at first, but it turned out to be easier than I’d feared. You can work from your laptop or your desktop and you don’t have to use your own phone.
The kicker? There are now so many volunteers, and they are so eager to help, and so very keen to get Trump out of the White House, that we keep overwhelming the system. At one point, we apparently sent out over a million texts in just a little over an hour.
In a word, whoa.
The bad news, if it can be called such, is that they keep running out of assignments for us.
The good news is that there’s a lot of people out there who have had way more than enough of the Orange-headed would-be Duce, and who are more than willing to devote their own time, and effort, and money to getting rid of him.
Maybe not for Trump.
Something non-political: my cousin Dwayne sent me an article (see link below) about a chap who had successfully hacked an intelligent coffee maker. He was able to control it at a distance and show how it could be used to blackmail its unfortunate user.
Remind me never to buy a smart toaster.
Years, and years, and years ago I got to interview a guy who had been hired to be the "line producer" on a low budget horror film about a group of Yuppies (remember them?) who get snuffed by their demonically possessed kitchen appliances…
Why am I suddenly remembering that interview?
And not feeling real good about it?
Speaking of people named Dwayne, I see that Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson has endorsed Biden/Harris. He even did a video of his conversation with Biden and Harris and posted it to his Twitter feed.
The scary thing?
A guy who calls himself “the Rock” and has a head shaped like a 45 caliber hollow point was thoughtful, articulate, well-spoken, and rational…
Where-as our current president can’t string three words together.
There’s a problem here, somewhere.
And it ain’t with the Rock.
Until next time…
Onward and Upward.