The Quick or the Slow of Death...

Waiting to juggle equanimity and execution....

My letters to members of the US Congress have taken a turn toward the bizarre. They are probably really scratching their heads wondering what the heck it is I’m trying to say anymore. But since I am unsure the legislators are reachable, it causes me some frustration. I need a new style maybe. Would humor work? I don’t think so. They seem to lack any grasp of irony, satire or absurdity. The blue party has tried nothing and is out of ideas and the red party seems to defend the most outrageous and hypocritical stunts as a matter of course. A car sale with an off script pitch on the White House lawn, for example. Maybe he should have sold off some of that old furniture insted.

Is it really saving money to send thousands of workers home with their paychecks then have them return but not do any work? How is it saving money when potus felonious maximus costs taxpayers multi millions to golf (which he does way too often) or visit a football game only to turn off the sound to muffle the noise… I mean, he had to nap.

So far no one is making consumer goods less expensive but at least he’s insulting our friends and demanding parcels of land he wants to mar for drilling and more hotels and casinos. Well, sure, redecorate the Kennedy center… we can’t have too much of that classic bordello style of Marsh-o-largo? Guilding isn’t for lillies anymore. Church venues are out as well, I mean that guy Jesus’ DEI policies are now verboten.

Oh I don’t know. I suppose I shouldn’t judge since I’ve never had to walk an inch in hand made designer shoes or discipline servants, bankrupt a casino, fail to sell steaks to Americans, pay off a porn star or bribe electors much less come up with a third wife. I’ve never had the chance to blow five million bucks given to me by my dad. Heck, my dad just left me a figuine of a bull he painted blue (I’m a Taurus) and he had painted little stars on it in the shape of that constellation because he was a navigator and that was it really. So what do I know?

However, I have noticed an uptick in history buffs trotting out the French Revolution and old timey devices like that big head choppy offer thing. Really cute stained class window sparklers in that same shape are available from artists who haven’t lost their funding yet, even really sweet guilloteen earrings I’d be tempted to buy but it isn’t in the budget…I’m saving up for some eggs. Yes, let them buy ‘teslers’ like a regular Iassac Neutron would if he’d had the chance.

Speaking of going off script, this is what happens anyore when I attempt to write a cogent letter to politicians and fail to arrive at a point. Those poor federal employees we thought we elected have zero ideas on their own and I’m not helping with my bumbling repurposed greeting cards. Maybe you can put down the phone and x out of X and come up with something yourself. I need help and cripes, so do they.