The hour in review in Normal entries

I’ve been writing entries daily, it’s just that they get interrupted by life and shit, nasty business that life and shit, and then I misplace them or find they are no longer topical or I lost interest. Today is my daughter and grandson’s birthdays, 33 and 15 respectively. Underrated ages to be sure, except for 21, folks get excited about ages that go something like The Big Blank Oh. The actual day you quit breathing mom juice and suck in air is the most special and traumatic one; 15 and 33 are like that too. 33 is the age Christ, Mozart and Bix Beiderbecke died, just off the top of my head. 15 is … well, I’m guessing you remember being fifteen more so than fourteen. It’s an age of anticipation.

Today was bright and cold enough for a witch to wear a parka to cover her torso (that’s where witches’ tits are, they used to be the measurement of temperature. Now, motherfuckers are, but it’s confusing, it could be hot as a motherfucker or cold as a motherfucker or even, I reckon, moderate as a motherfucker. The conversion of witch tit to motherfucker takes less math than Celsius to Fahrenheit.). We are supposed to be getting a shit ton of snow coming, but I think it’ll only be a motherfucker of snow.

Speaking of Trump, what exactly does a shit hole mean? Did he forget Ass or was he referring to hole dug in which to shit? And did he mean governments or the land itself? I mean, Haiti, the land, I understand is beautiful, it’s government has been in some upheaval for decades. North America is beautiful land, the bits under Canada and above Mexico have a hierarchy of asshole in government.

I got an email from Bernie Sanders, though I think it was probably a form letter. There was a bit of chest pounding and then a request for donations for him and Ms. Warren and Ms. Baldwin. He said he tried passing health care reform last year and no one co-signed, he’s trying again. Kind of pissed me off. Hilary had a comprehensive health care plan back in ninety fucking two. Her name didn’t come up. I like Bernie, but he tea partied the democrats as sure as Palin did the GOP, and still is doing so with his fuck-you-Hilary. I wouldn’t have sent him the three bucks he asked for anyhow, but I did want to tell him I’m not a registered democrat and I’m not allowed to vote in Vermont.

Most people I know have been diagnosed with PTSD. I argued the diagnosis when my asshole doctors here gave it to me, but, it is what gets me a medical marijuana card. I still think it’s a bad diagnosis and I’d be hard pressed to think of a time when it manifested in a way that would, say, make it unsafe for me to operate heavy machinery. On paperer I guess I kind of fit the diagnosis, more so than some of my friends, but shit … So, are we as a nation more traumatized by our current environment or more spineless than we used to be? I mean some of the places we bomb weekly have an entire population getting bombed weekly and either the incidence of PTSD is wholly under-reported or, you know, it’s not as big of a deal as getting bombed weekly is. I mean, sure, I’ve had my life threatened maybe a dozen times, maybe two of those were serious, and I’ve been in a few car wrecks, and I’ve witnessed a shit ton of pain and suffering and a shit ounce or so of death, but that seems mild for PTSD. And, again, it’s more so than some of my friends; less so than some others.
Sorry, see, that’s how entries wind up being left to rot on the desktop. I get to an inarticulate rant (give or take a ticulate) something happens like the phone rings or someone attempts to hack my pay pal account, and I get back to it, find half a rant, shake my head, say fuck a few times, and play a game of bejeweled or something. Not this time. This stupid shit is going up now; 3, 2, 1 …