Air-Minded: Widowmaker
One a day in Tampa Bay
"No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.” — Lily Tomlin
What’s going on in my life
One a day in Tampa Bay
You’re not going to catch me talking shit about Elizabeth.
At some point, I’ll have to confess in one of my banned book posts that I’m not wholly on the lefty side of things. They’ll probably kick me off Daily Kos.
More and more, I see the pronoun people, like some members of the LGBTQI community, as participants in a giant game of Calvinball, scrambling to keep up with changing rules and shifting goalposts.
That’s all I’ve got today. Going to go worry over my dog.
A sensible person would quit while he’s ahead, forget about the Orient in the bush and settle for the Casio in hand. Give you one guess what I’m going to do.
Funny how whenever government offers help to low- and middle-income folks it’s pouring gas on the inflationary fire, but when the 1% demands another tax break or the Saudis want cluster bombs to murder Yemenis, it’s like are you sure you don’t want another trillion or two?
Sometimes, most often with banned book posts, I experience imposter syndrome, that unsettling feeling of pretending to be someone I’m not.