I don’t drink; I used to smoke pot, and I no longer do. Drugs are a part of my past, so to help find some escape from this nightmare, which has turned into a day-mare that has way too much control over my well-being, to cope with the things of which I seem to have little to no control over, yet seem to dominate my existence, I binge watch, zombie movies, alien movies, mega-earthquake movies, mega tsunami movies, and mega comet ending lives movies.
I know the psychological reasoning behind this, which is a form of escapism, a whole lot of phew, glad it’s not me-ism, and a secret challenge of what I would really do if I were in any of these Grade B movie scenarios. I share all of this because each and every day seems longer than the day before, more tedious and treacherous than the day before. Each day begs the question, at least for me, what will I need to do to survive this?
But, having vented all of that, the one thing that really bugs the shit out of me is that in most of those end of days movies, it is the President and his family who are always the first to be evacuated to safety. Somehow, we are to think that the President is of such value as to be given a second chance. Imagine that if anything apocalyptic happens, TRUMP and his Crime Family and, most likely, his Crime Billionaires would be safe and sound. The thought of that makes all of those movies even more frightening for me!
