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Thursday, January 30, 2025

Where There's Smoke, There's Fire

I don't know about everyone else, but I'm struggling right now. It's beginning to feel a lot of like 2019 again. Everything has such a sense of despair and I'm having a hard time finding brightness through the smoke. 

The real world is a cold and unforgiving place, it usually is, but is especially right now. 

And then you have all the stuff (broadly gestures to the world) going on right now. The new administration has stopped Medicaid (hopefully temporarily), food prices are going up because of the bird flu, we have fires in California, snow in the swamps where alligators are turning to ice cubes, airline disasters likely caused by an understaffed air safety team, governmental chaos, where we have officials (including the president) trying to spin DEI as the culprit. 

If feels like we're in the throes of the death of an empire. At the very least, the throes of some cover band mashing REM's "End of the World" and Billy's Joel's "We Didn't Start the Fire" into a ham-fisted commentary likely sponsored by Pepsi