Peaceful Motorcycle Ride: Part 0: Who’s Patience Is Wearing Thin?

Did you listen to it? I’m talking about the Potato in Chief’s tantrum at the podium. Mark the calendar for Thursday September 9^th 2021 and remember. Do not forget. It wasn’t a mistake. What he said was intentional.

If you didn’t listen to its entirety; you should. Don’t accept my interpretation. Don’t roll with some pundit’s opinion. For God’s sake you know better than to heed the press. Get it straight from the angry old man’s mouth. It’s only half an hour. Look it up and hear it from the primary source.

Listen. To. Every. Word.

I don’t know what happens next. Nobody does. I do know that it’s socially unacceptable to speak in that manner to 80,000,000 people. I know, without reservation, that it’s morally unacceptable to speak in that manner even to a single person.I personally wouldn’t speak that way about any human being. Perhaps the crossing that line was the entire point.

I’m not sure what else to say. For the moment, allow me to offer a present instead.

I just got back from being (mostly) off line. I wrote about riding my dirt bike through the forest. A good 10,000 words of premium, heartfelt, happy, bullshit. Since it’s me, I go off on tangents. There’s a fair amount of navel gazing, a brief literature review, and I can’t write anything without either a reference to ancient Rome or anthropomorphized woodland animals… so there’s a bit of both. I offer it in good faith. Posts will continue popping up all week long.

Enjoy harmless escapism while you can. The monstrous entities that pull Captain Corn Pop’s strings are trying to work themselves up to atrocity. Release any sliver of normalcy bias you might still cherish. Let it go. The thinking that leads to cattle cars and final solutions is speaking aloud on national television. It’s undeniable and unambiguous. This doesn’t mean all is lost, only that there appear no obvious limits to what is happening. When social norms are discarded at this level, none of us really knows where the ride ends.

I hope you enjoy my stories. As always, I wish you well. Good luck.