What are we doing?
Please. Somebody tell me because I just don't know anymore.
From all appearances, whatever we're doing looks a lot like a truck filled with cases of nitroglycerin racing towards a concrete wall at 175 MPH.
Wiley E. Coyote should be President. He's the only one prepared for this craziness.
Yes. I know he's a cartoon character but he ain't the only one.
We are tearing each other apart. And this is so not a political commentary. It's a human commentary. At the rate we are going, the human race is going to rip itself apart.
Every morning I wake up there is another press conference. Every morning I wake up there are more senseless attacks and more senseless deaths. Every morning. Every fucking morning.
Every day begins with sadness and anger and violence and death.
Everyone is pissed off and there doesn't seem to be any way to alleviate the scolding hot water that is about to boil over and burn us all.
Black lives matter.
The lives of cops matter. My life matters. Your life matters.
All lives matter.
ALL LIVES MATTER.
You know what doesn't matter?
All the stupid bullshit we distract ourselves with every day just so we don't have to think about how awfully sad and desperate things are in the world.
There's nothing with distraction. We all need it. We would go insane without a little distraction every now and then.
Let's just not vote for it to be President of the United States.
The world is going to Hell in a hand-basket.
And it seems we are going to need a much bigger basket.
What's the answer?
I'm not sure there is one but it doesn't matter because it's too crazy and loud out there with the rapid fire reports of assault rifles.
Even if there was someone shouting the answer, nobody would hear it.
Nobody can hear anything right now.
And pretty soon the sound of silence will envelop us all.
and that's 'Jody' with a 'y'
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