Unhealthy But Honest
All I know is that I’ve been in quite the funk the last few. My frustration with the general direction of my corner of the world is huge, both on a macro level (I mean, have you seen the idiocy that passes for the United States in 2025?) and the micro (just general discontent in where I’m at on a personal level right now).
I’m not sure what to say about the macro, other than the lack of any real means of affecting any change is lost to me. I’m in rural nowhere in a state that is incredibly red, surrounded locally by the same, and am hard-pressed to discover a way to gtfo while my in-laws are alive and local. Yes, I know, I should stay and find some way to work to change things. But so few here want that; I will just let them fully embrace what they are asking for.
On the micro, I finally, again, declared Facebook bankruptcy for the time being as I, again, turned a keep-up-with-my-peers social network into predominately a shitty angry news source. About the last thing I need is another of those.
And those in-laws I mentioned? Maybe not full MAGA, but supportive enough of that side of the aisle that the difference is in title only. Because of the harm they and their ilk have done to this country, to my wife (their fucking daughter) while she tries to remain cancer-free, and to my son (their fucking grandchild) and whatever remains of his future, all that’s left of me for them is rage.
Yes, I know, maybe a little unfair. Probably. After all, they’re just 80+-year-old ignorants who refuse to change despite living through the easiest fucking times. But soon enough they’ll be long dead, while my son (again, their grandchild) gets to deal with a worse future they’ve helped usher in for most of his existence.
Fuck ’em, let them rot in the streets.