Posted elsewhere:
During his last reign of terror idiocy, I had nightmares featuring convicted felon and insurrectionist Donald J. “Small Hands” Putin-Trump, and my overall level of anxiety increased quite a bit during that time.
There’s this phrase “living rent-free in one’s head.” I’ve decided that this is not going to happen. Agent Orange is hereby evicted. He is an unimportant, insignificant little rat turd of a man, and he has nothing of interest to say.
Granted, I’m still thoroughly disappointed in the gullibility, mean-spiritedness and stupidity of voters. I’ll just have to let the scar tissue grow over that one.
Overall, I’m going to do my best not to be bowed by the weight of …things. I’ll make music and play games and pet the dogs and continue being my weird, nonbinary, pagan(-ish), leftist, environmentalist self. I’ll do what I can to be kind and understanding, and for everything else there’s spite. (This is something my spouse has been championing for years. I understand it more than ever, now.)
I just donated money to the Trevor Project, a thing which it probably wouldn’t have occurred to me to do today, if it weren’t for The Guy Who Fell Asleep At His Own Trial.
I’m no longer going to read Metafilter. It’s been entertaining and interesting at times, but I cannot stand the political commentary (everything is the leftists’ fault, everyone is an armchair quarterback where it comes to running a campaign, etc.) and based on past history, the next four years will be pretty gross. There’s a filter option to disable political posts but they don’t always catch everything, and I just think it’s time to move on.
I’m also disengaging from a few political threads elsewhere. There’s this tendency for reporting on TFG to turn into this outrage-baity gossip column thing (what he just said will shock you! …not after all this time it won’t) and who needs that?