Just added it up, and I’ve walked 46 miles at work since last Wednesday. Good night.
Do you think the music teacher who taught me the song “Ging gang goolie” in elementary school realized it would keep me from sleeping thirty years later? And what is the appropriate punishment for that horrible crime?
EDIT: Per request from the comments. My version has some different vowels, which is sort of interesting, but it’s the same otherwise.
I won’t say his name. You’re never going to see it in print on this site again. I have found a silver lining to being at work tomorrow; I will be nowhere near a television set at any point between about eight in the morning and 8:45 or so at night, and so there is absolutely no chance that I will even accidentally catch any part of the inauguration or the address itself.
Yesterday, I watched a portion of Al Franken’s gentle questioning of useless rich idiot Betsy Devos at her confirmation hearing. I was not surprised but that didn’t keep me from being horrified. The woman knows nothing; a college sophomore Ed major would have been embarrassed to answer those questions as poorly as she did. Hell, I’d expect anyone who has been reading this site for more than a year to be able to do a better job just out of osmosis. At one point this afternoon, I found myself wondering if Franken has Presidential aspirations, and then spent a moment being quietly horrified at the fact that I thought it was a halfway decent idea.
(He’ll be 69 in 2020. Nah.)
Which of these sentences, if any, is hyperbole? This is a genuine question. I don’t know for sure that any of them is:
- Tomorrow is America’s worst day since September 11, 2001.
- Tomorrow is America’s worst day since December 7, 1941.
- Tomorrow is America’s worst day since April 12, 1861.
I suspect that right now only the first is inarguable, and the rest hyperbolic. I wonder how long I’ll feel that way. Hopefully at least a few months. We have made the biggest mistake our country has ever made. I just hope not too many people die before we find a way to correct it.
(I also, for the record, think that there is a nonzero chance that impeachment proceedings are begun damn near immediately– by the Republicans, who we would obviously need in order to pull such a thing off. This would effectively be a legal coup by the Republican establishment. I cannot say that I wouldn’t welcome it. For all that I despise Mike Pence and everything he has ever stood for, he has principles. The shitgibbon has none.)
(Yes, that was a Hamilton reference.)
I am, however, having foolishly agreed to help one of my co-workers out by switching schedules with him this week, about to embark on an eight-day stand at work– which will involve no less than five eleven-hour shifts.
Things may be quiet around here for a bit, is what I’m saying, and that’s without counting the paralyzing depression that will be setting in on Friday.