Equanimity now

Watching this administration barge their way through the days, weeks, months! is taking a toll on my nervous system. I strive for equanimity, but it’s like someone brought their toddler into the air traffic control tower and then went out for a pack of smokes. For those of you born after the seventies, that is code for never came back. And smokes are the things we all used to inhale before vaping came along. I feel like Lloyd Bridges’ character in Airplane, “Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit sniffing glue.”
But instead of taking up smoking or huffing, I’ve been calling my senators and representatives regularly concerning the state of our union. Boy, there sure are a lot of cowards for a Congress this size. I mean, we are going to try to remain the United States of America, right? Because if not, I’ll stop wasting my time and just go about my merry way on the obvious path to tyranny and empty grocery store shelves.
I really hope that somewhere, in a closed-door room with no social media, (wink, wink, nudge, nudge, Pete Hegseth) there are some brave Congress members sitting around a table with some high-ranking military officers who take their oath seriously to protect this country from terrorists both foreign and domestic, all plotting the course for survival of these united states. And I really hope they will feel the need to act before Trump marches us into a world war.
I know that Big War is our #1 industry— smirking at Big Oil & Gas and Big Pharma as it slowly tank-rolls its ginormous girth towards the finish line, but if Big War wins, won’t we all lose? And forgive my ignorance, but do we really want a draft dodger leading the charge? Which begs another question, why wasn’t Trump on the Signal chat to start bombing Yemen? Is it because he has dementia?
He’s like a Chatty Cathy doll with a low battery, just standing where they tell him and spewing fraudulent nonsense. I’ll admit, it is interesting to watch the nuances of dementia play out on a malignant narcissist. Someone should study Trump’s brain as the ultimate example of a Glamour Don’t for living your best life. But it does make me wonder, who is actually running this shitshow?
Let’s take a peek at the top three contenders: Steven Miller, Peter Thiel, and Pete Hegseth— Ha! Totally kidding. That guy’s having the ride of his life.
“When Pete Hegseth sobers up he’ll be surprised to learn he was defense secretary.” -jasonselvig
Stephen Miller is such an American same-old-story that it’s hard to find anything significant. Descended from emigrating ancestors, who were fleeing persecution and striving for a better life, he grew up to be a person who takes that opportunity away from countless others. The kind of boring bigoted arrogance that usually stems from self-loathing— and not the zany Hunter S. Thompson kind.
Peter Thiel, an immigrant himself, is an innovative thinker with a mathematical brain and a Dungeons and Dragons childhood (I know, say no more) who has apparently embraced the Dark Side, emulating a Sith Lord by hiding in the shadows to accomplish his goals. He is less known by the public, but with a corporal punishment upbringing and friends like Ann Coulter, we can assume an ominous lack of self-love there.
These guys are like gingerbread men if the gingerbread was made of prejudice and hate. The world can be a harsh place, and these boys grew up to treat others as they were treated, instead of breaking the cycle to treat everyone equally. Self-awareness often leads to a very good place of acceptance and forgiveness, but some get lost and end up stuck in a mirrored funhouse of distrust and retribution.
It’s entirely possible someone in that diabolical chat group caught a glimpse of their inner-Jedi and added a journalist to the thread so that the world would know what these chuckleheads are up to. Either that, or they just really are incompetent. Either way, it’s time to call their parents because these emotional toddlers are running amok in the control tower of our country.