Life of Wry

So much shitty shitty news.

In the supremely petty, arrogant, I’ll-do-anything-I-want category….this was just made “official.”

In the let-me-jam-my-thumbs-in-liberals’-eyes category…

And in the oh-puleeze category…

I’m just appalled at this. Sure, little “X” is a darling, spunky little 4 year old, but Musk’s effort to humanize himself at the expense of a child riles me no end. His use of a child as a prop is calculated and opportunistic and, frankly, a tragedy. He calls his son his emotional support human. Yeah… hire a therapist, dude. This is just sick.

And then….. there’s the approval today of Tulsi Gabbard as DNAI, and, any minute now, RFK, Jr. as HHS Secretary. Nuthin’ dems could do to stop those. Next up: Kash Patel.

There’s last night’s (or wee hours of today, actually) made-for-TV moment when that school teacher — unjustly held in Russia for the last four years for possessing medical marijuana — was swapped for a Russian prisoner (not sure who) and brought to the Whitehouse wrapped in an American flag, who then called trump a hero, etc etc etc, and then trump went on to blast Biden for being impotent, as usual (aren’t we tired yet of this childish, relentless chorus of blame for absolutely everything?). Etc, etc, etc.

It’s just one nauseating assault after another. Wins in court (sure, yeah, go back to laying off all the federal civil servants), Ukraine’s joining NATO is no longer a realistic option (one of many truly horrible realities about to unfold in the renewed Putin-trump show)… and just so so so much more.

It’s feeling like a terrible week, and it’s only Wednesday.