The cat hasn’t crossed your path yet, but by the time you finish reading, it may have.
Friday, the 13th. It’s supposed to be a bad luck day. Don’t let a black cat cross your path. Watch out for down-pointing horseshoes falling off a wall. Don’t point at a rainbow in Navajo Country. And don’t walk under a ladder, as the exponential power of the 13th to worsen things will make the piano falling from the roof fall fast enough to flatten you.
Stupid stuff, all of it. Unreasonable. Irrational. We don’t believe in stuff like that, right? Of COURSE we don’t. Instead we look for the scientific, the mathematical, the rational.
Instead of meandering black cats and falling pianos, we rely upon statements from our leadership. The COVID virus will magically disappear by Summer. Er, by Autumn. By election day. By...Er, soon.
The earth is not self destructing because you drive a Chevy with a hole in the exhaust system, use too much water, burn coal, burn piles of leaves and raise fart-happy cattle. In fact, it’s not self-destructing at all.
You are a man or woman of reason!
The junk that passes for reasoning these days sends us searching for sanity in the works of Lewis Carroll or L. Frank Baum or Tom Lehrer or Harry Potter. It makes us view Dali paintings of melting watches or a Jesus on the cross in agony and say “yeah, that makes sense. I get that. It’s reality.”
We see the MAGA-maniacs and question our own sanity, not theirs. Keep telling us the world is flat. Enough of us will soon believe it so firmly that Lester Holt and Wolf Blitzer will give it equal time on the Nightly News or Wolfworld Primetime.
Well… both sides have their points, don’t they?
No they don’t.
That thinking is how half of us got to believe Obama was born in Kenya, Hillary caused Benghazi after arranging the murder of Vince Foster and by the way was that before or after she made a killing with Whitewater? Also: angels are real and Bic Pens “write the first time and every time.”
It’s how we learned to believe that “some very fine people” shave their heads and wear swastikas tattooed on their arms and others have a secret stash of ready to wear sheets and matching hoods because it’s, well, tradition.
The Thousandair President, as Gail Collins once called him, has kidnapped our time and our minds and successfully held them prisoner for almost five years, with more to come no matter the final outcome of the 2020 election. He’s imprisoned us and doesn’t even have to pay a staff of corrections officers to keep us in line. We volunteer.
Quote of the Day: “After two years in the Senate, I often long for the realism and sincerity of Hollywood.” -- Fred Dalton Thompson (1942-2015) Actor, US Senator, lawyer, lobbyist, radio personality and columnist.
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