“False hope is a terrible thing, if it’s the only thing keeping you alive you'll be dead by dawn.”-Charlie Rae
“That would be the death of anyone - to recognize false hopes with a certainty. One mustn't know that. If it is offered, refuse!”-Jesse Ball
Better to know the quick pain of truth than the ongoing pain of a long-held false hope.-Trudi Canavan
It must be the complications of constant concern and consternation, causing me to NOT BELIEVE, in the current state of affairs, which stated, quite frankly, churn as if in a cauldron, brewed by a very wicked witch!
Covid is running rampant, and we still debate masks/social distancing/Thanksgiving Super Spreaders as if death and dying, doom and disaster are nothing but cards in a deck and maybe the dealer will NOT give you a bad hand! My body my choice/this is NOT a socialist country/Jesus is the only person I will listen to, seriously, and yet people continue to believe that Nature is just another politician; a distrustful one at that and that Nature is nothing but hocus pocus and if ignored will suddenly disappear! How does one describe a daily rise, in new COVID cases, and the fact, YES FACT, that over 285,000 people in this nation have died? And soon a vaccine, no three opportunities at vaccines, but what, wait, WHEN. And WHEN, HOW?
So Trump lost, Biden, won, but over 72 million Americans don’t believe or bother to consider legitimate, the legalization of this election instead beg to delegitimize democracy, and are supported by a Republican Party created from the chum of a fish stew which had settled in the sun on an island situated on the equator. So far, the truly most powerful man, Moscow Mitch, has declined any decency and has ignored the truth, remained so silent that it is deafening. And if Georgia, somehow floats back to the swamp permitting two of the Senate’s most selfish and self-serving man and woman, to sit once again on the THRONE, what is it we will inherit?
I had to wait, till a later time in the day, to write my blog. A malaise somehow swept over me, more of the achy, I just don’t know where it hurts kind of anguish feeling, but nonetheless, a melancholy, a malady perhaps of which I spent most of my day trying to manage and find meaning. One more day since the Election and many more days until the Inauguration, and as much as I want to hope, I am perhaps like Pavlov’s dog (Classical conditioning refers to a learning procedure in which a biologically potent stimulus is paired with a previously neutral stimulus.) and I have been trained to only think about the limitations of hope. I HOPE NOT!
