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Jeebus H, What a Mess
Y’all ready for a Shit Sandwich?
The past few months just broke me. I haven’t written much because it feels, quite honestly, like there is nothing more to say. Every day brings some new offense, crime, or degradation from Trump and Musk, and their legions cheer. If ever there was an illustration where the good lack all conviction while the worst among us are filled with zeal, this is it.
I tried taking some time off and traveling. I’m still going to finish the write-up on the trip because I think there were some lessons learned and entertainment value to the stories, but it sure didn’t give me the escapism I was craving. I could still see his smirking orange face on the cover of foreign magazines. Back home in New Orleans, some horrible asshole killed a bunch of people a few blocks from my house on New Year’s Eve. LA caught fire, and then we had a once-in-a-century blizzard in NOLA.
It feels very much like nature is offering her opinion of the Trumusk Apocalypse, coming soon to a town near you! It is supposed to drop *forty* degrees overnight, which just adds to the surreal nature of every morning lately.
To make all of this worse, the new reality clearly hasn’t set in yet with most people. I see some guys I know (and sort of considered friends once) idolizing and defending an obviously villainous foreign…
