Make Election Day Great Again

So I’m talking to my friend Donald over drinks, mostly to do with the current state of affairs. A glum conversation to say the least. Many dark corners. Few bright spots.

“There are times,” Donald declares, “when I wonder if I might not be a whole lot happier if I was able to stop paying attention.”

“To what?” I inquire.

“All of it,” he says. “Politics mainly. But the whole warp and woof of history even.”

“And how would you go about that exactly?” I wonder.

“That’s the problem, isn’t it,” Donald acknowledges. “How to stop giving a fuck.”

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Neglect As Official Policy

It started with an old man forgetting his wallet.

The old man being me, the wallet being mine, and a Monday morning crosstown appointment to get the snow tires changed.

A twenty-two minute estimated journey, clocking in at roughly 25. So far. So good. No complaints about that. A bustling metropolis & etc. It isn’t an outing I take very often. So, no matter. Continue reading

Tory No More-ly, Or;

[Exeunt, with bare behind]

Just having extricated myself from agonizingly obsessing over the state of this city’s municipal politics (again), to settle into the saner pastures of writing nonpublished fiction, it pains me to find myself back at it so soon, if only briefly. I hope. Fingers crossed. This time I’m serious. Seriously. Continue reading