Side note: COVFEVE theory: Trump can’t spell properly at the best of times. And he has no best of times. Plus, when you use a phone to TWEET, many people use their thumbs to hit the keys. So, imagine that the word he WANTED was ‘coverage’ – which works with the thought he might have been trying to express – and imagine that he doesn’t know how to spell it and, further, he was using his famously small thumbs rather quickly in the wee hours and look where the letters V, F and R are on the keyboard….Result: COVFEVE
What a whirlwind of recent events, eh? In our provincial politics, Clark vows to ‘carry on’ despite Horgan and Weaver joining up. THAT should be fun! She’ll make a throne speech, promise the moon, free lunch, rainbow-lollies and tangerine skies for the sole purpose of blaming the ‘new’ guys for saying no to all that and ‘depriving’ the people. It is all a waste of time, space and oxygen and will only serve to add to her litany of lies and broken promises.
Why do it? Simple: she likes being Premier. She likes the spotlight. She wants to be at the podium. Clark is a cheerleader. She’s a prom queen. Can’t get enough photo ops.
Have I mentioned how much I hate the politics we practice?
And, speaking of that, could Trump GET any stupider? That’s rhetorical, of course. He gets stupider every day. So getting stupider is inevitable. The thing that is surprising me is that the ‘checks and balances’ haven’t made any real, concrete moves to remove that septic cyst from the oval office. Not yet.
I mean, really? Alienating NATO, exiting the Paris Climate Accord, attacking free trade and NAFTA, fomenting madness and hate crimes domestically (make no mistake, he has) and offending all the friends-of-the-US internationally including the pope? What does it take? Do they really need to find more Russians in the closet? Isn’t it enough to know a train wreck when you see one?
But, let’s bring this blog back to where it really belongs: me. Me, me, me. And Sal of course. Me and Sal. And the ravens.
Well, first off, we are less than 100% right now. I have a surgically reconstructed knee from mishaps of my youth and, though it has been behaving for the last few years, I have given it a nasty turn. So, I am somewhat hobbled. That puts delay on the schedule. Sal, the heroic, little trouper, was gonna pick up the slack but, while doing so, wrenched her back. So that has put even more delay onto our calendar. And there is Soooooo much to do.
We sat down to have a talk about it and, in the process of talking, noted that we could NOT get back up. Well, we DID get back up eventually but were also more than content to sit and talk a bit longer. Seems our to-do list is now so out of control, that the list is not even current. “Why not get the list over here and we’ll update it?” “I don’t wanna get up.”
You can see the problem.
But I HAVE progressed on one front: I am NOT moving on that one front.
I mean this: I have decided NOT to move forward with the monetizing of the blog. Deciding NOT to change the format is a decision of sorts. Ergo: progress. Kinda. The reason? Well, if you are curious, re-read the preamble to my posing of the question in the first place; I have problems with money and greed and all that. And so it makes me want to avoid that crap. Monetizing is NOT avoiding, it is collaborating. It is embracing. So, to be true to myself, I am not going there. The best part? I can still rant and rave about all that is wrong with ‘the system’ without feeling the least bit compromised. That does not bode well for you, but I am happy.
Thanks to all for the support while I went through this exercise. The deciding factor: a capitalist friend of mine who blindly believes the propaganda of Capitalism as currently practiced called me out on it. And, he laughed and smiled while doing so. He may be wrong in placing his allegiance with the money-lovers but he knows integrity when he sees it (and when he doesn’t). He was right. Even thinking about selling out is embarrassing. My only excuse: I am a sap for flattery and my young, computer friend touched my flattery button.
So, no advertising, no hyperlinks, no monetization, no selling out. Mind you, the news is not all good. A lot of friends and family will get penis enlargers for Christmas.