It was a few days of a dark and stormy night; our power and Internet were out. I became unable to access the news of the world in which I live, only having the scant input from my friends on Facebook, scattered and scarce. At first, I thought, okay, relax, you no longer need the burden of the world on your shoulders. That lasted for about an hour, and then, like an addict trying to kick a habit, I began to nervously wonder when my next fix would arrive. How in the world could the most horrid of Trumpian and Republican machinations take place, without me, without MY words to help thwart the evil that Trumpian men and women do!
I was at the mercy of the Tech Gods, both the electricity and the Internet, two powerful titans that, when they decide via nature to just disappear, leave me unable to verbally fight back.
Eversource, our Mega Conglomerate of Energy, diligently, after two long and arduous days, brought civilization back to my husband, Joe, and my house. A middle-class miracle happened, and I was happy!
Pedophilia, rape charges, a 2-hour MAGA propaganda production, misogyny by a bunch of athletes who only proved that they are insecure males, not alpha males, continuous coverups, and only a few of the incidents of indecency that took place, while I, the guy who must remain LOUD, was unable to fight back with whatever powers I had.
My husband Joe loves me dearly because he and our beautiful puppy Zoe had to bear the brunt of a frustrated 76-year-old man, ranting and raging against the evilest of circumstances, which in this old man’s 76 years has ever come to fruition. I am back!
