Trump Times Entry 11 – Back to How It Feels

Back to How It Feels

November 19, 2016

Day eleven and the republic still stands.inthought2

Woke up, rolled over, focused on the bedside clock – 4:19 am.  Fucking wonderful!  Gonna be another early start; never getting back to sleep.  Because… Because…. Because, the Donald is really a thing.

I still get blindsided by that realization all the time.  Upon waking up, when returning from some fleeting thought, while puzzling through a broken poem, even as I brush my dog – boom, it hits me.  Donald Trump will be a part of my life and I don’t get to change the station this time.

When experiencing despair sometimes it helps to turn to our most profound thinkers.

“The only real laughter comes from despair.”
― Groucho Marx, The Groucho Letters

Well Groucho, I eagerly await the punchline to this joke.  It should be great, huge, the greatest punchline ever.

Since I’m going with feelings today, let’s close with an angry little poem:

healthy attitude

they eagerly embrace
the risk of hating
so completely
Fuck ‘em

That’s all I got today.  Take care of yourselves and each other,
osv

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