Maybe this will be the year I keep up with this blog regularly and, especially, monetize it (since I see WordPress decided to stick ads on my blog withOUT informing me).
One of my biggest faults (or vices) is letting some great ideas and words die in Word docs. I have written literal books about a lot of things that have happened in the past few years, more for venting purposes than anything else, and … nothing. They sit and sit and sit, and then I delete the files because they’re stale and outdated news-wise.
Shame because I see so much junk being disseminated and all I can ever think at those moments is, “People have thrown away better than that” (my stuff included).
So, I’d like to post here regularly or semi-regularly. I’m very grateful for the amount of people who subscribed to my blog last year. I’ve done no advertising for my blog, and I can only imagine how much attention this would get if I put effort in advertising or marketing this blog. Hmmm…
Anyhoo, I’m glad it’s a new year, a proverbial fresh start, but so many bad things linger in the air, like MAGA defects in U.S. government. Isn’t it a pity that the higher ups in the Republican Party just don’t get it that Trump destroyed that party forever more? And it’s not that they believe in him, give him blind obedience as he’s always demanded, like the lowly street soldier thug he’s always been.
Getting behind Trump was a simple case of political expediency for Republicans: They were just looking to regain all 3 branches of government from Democrats no matter who was at the helm. The Dump always thinks it’s about him, in textbook sociopath fashion, but he’ll never understand: People used him and just ain’t that into him.
The dude’s been gone for almost a full year now, and, yet, the American media – conservative to the core – keep giving this dude more attention than the President. Many times, I sit and wonder why I’m even bothering finishing my degree in journalism because I am thoroughly disillusioned with the American media for a myriad of reasons.
Never mind, the American media do not hire older women for their (jokes of) newsrooms these days (working in anything visual was never an option for me). What bothers me most are the vulture (“venture”) capitalists, via their “private equity firms,” who are buying up media outlets nationwide at an exponential rate.
At first, they bullshit everyone with the greeting that they’re here to make a stronger news operation, nothing’s going to change, blah, blah, blah. Then, before you can blink, there are mass layoffs, especially of older journalists, and the outlet (newspapers for now) are made to do with skeletal crews. Investigative journalism is the first thing to go, of course. Hey, can’t have a journalist sniffing up your business crime partner’s ass, possibly exposing your dirty deals sooner than later.
I graduate at the end of this semester, and I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing or where I’m going, even at my advanced age, after that. Decisions, decisions.
The singular most disheartening thing happening right now, New Year’s Day, is the horrific number of the omicron variant. My eyes pop out of my head every single day when I read the case tallies for my state alone: 20,209 cases for New Year’s Eve alone!
I still cannot figure out what the fuck is wrong with people. President Biden couldn’t have made it any easier for most Americans to get at least one jab of a vaccine: Pfizer, Moderna, Johnson & Johnson. People had their choice, something many countries on planet Earth salivate to have and can’t. In fact, when vaccines do arrive in poorer countries, they’re crowded into a shit van that has to be surrounded by police because people stop the vehicle on its way to a hospital, medical center, tent, whatever, and hold up the driver until they can get a dose of the vaccine. That is how desperate some people are in this world.
But what did spoiled, lazy Americans decide to do when faced with hundreds of millions of doses of multiple vaccines? They let the stuff rot, promoting one conspiracy theory after another as they went about their lives infecting people with their ailments and ignorance.
BUT …
When those same idiots knew someone who died from a virus that they claimed was a “hoax,” that they insisted didn’t exist, all of a sudden they rushed to get vaxxed. But, in typical American fashion, they did it half-assed: They thought only one dose of the vaccine was enough. Again, they didn’t heed medical advice on a major issue: You needed two doses of the stuff to be considered safe.
Truth be told, I long ago got tired of reading articles about vehement anti-vaxxers who trashed Dr. Anthony Fauci, Dr. Deborah Birx, the CDC, medicine, science, and doctors in general, taunting fate by claiming they would “beat” COVID-19 if they ever got it, because it wasn’t anything more serious than a bad cold or the flu, only to tweet for “thoughts and prayers” as they were burning in pain from head to toe.
Many of those anti-vaxxers were quoted by their family and friends as saying the last text they sent to them urged them to get vaccinated because “this virus is serious.” They all said they had never been in the pain they were in before they got the virus.
Mother.Nature.Wins.Every.Single.Time.
She is tired of our shit. She is sick of being kicked in her face and up her ass, she’s had it uptohere with us trashing her space and treating each other like shit, and, well, enough is enough.
She knows what a bunch of selfish mother fuckers people are today, hence the ongoing, increasingly dangerous mutations of this virus. (Wondering if the majority of humanity won’t be gone by the time the omega variant rolls out.)
Yeah, about those anti-vaxxers and their deathbed conversions: For those of us who know what it’s like to be in pain from a virus or illness, now you know why we feel the way we do, particularly the part about not wanting to go back to feeling that way.
Back in 2007, I had a bout with pneumonia that left one of my lungs damaged, and then, exactly one week after being diagnosed with pneumonia, I developed pleurisy.
There is no other terrifying feeling than being jacked out of bed at exactly 5:30 in the morning not fully realizing what’s going on, and then, when your conscious mind catches up with your subconscious, you realize you can’t take a full breath without being in excruciating pain.
Just imagine hot glass going up and down your lungs, and then you’re not being able to take a full, deep breath as a result, and you will understand how pleurisy feels. You’ll also sympathize why, when you’re in that situation, you feel that’s the end of your life.
When people described the pain of COVID-19, it brought me right back to the pain of pleurisy, and I had absolutely NO desire whatsoever to revisit that feeling.
So, I did whatever I could to mitigate my contracting COVID: Pre-vaccine, I only went out when absolutely necessary: Food shopping, pharmacy, and post office, mainly. I stayed my distance from people and masked up. The second I was eligible for a vaccine, I got it, and then got the second dose on time. And as soon as I could get the booster, I got it. And I will do that with future boosters as well.
The coasts took the virus seriously from the door: We had lockdowns and quarantines galore. The Midwest, South, and Southwest? Not so much.
To this day, the pandemic doesn’t exist for them: No masks, no distancing, no mandates, YET … their hospitals are to the breaking point. Doctors and nurses are quitting in droves and committing suicide. The National Guard had to be activated to keep their hospital systems from outright collapsing (more blue cities’ and states’ $$$ down the shit pipe yet again).
My cousin’s cousin (from his other side) suggested a “mini family reunion” … in the middle of a pandemic. She’s from Arizona, so it’s sad no one would be surprised at the depth of ignorance there.
So, with all that, don’t expect this virus to be going away anytime soon. In fact, it’s bound to get much worse (!) by the middle of this month because Americans just couldn’t stay the fuck home for Christmas (that’s nothing more than a shopping holiday in modern times) and New Year’s (the original Amateur Night).
Isn’t it sad when you realize how too many people are incapable of feeding and entertaining themselves? We all need vacations, sure, but stay home in your one-horse town and enjoy your “perfect” neck of the woods so the virus numbers can come down. Majority of folks from those parts can barely function outside of their social echo chambers, anyway, so it’s best they stay put.
Despite this cheery, semi-stream of conscious post, I really do hope 2022 is better than the past 2 years. My fondest wish for this year? To see Republicans get their asses handed to them in November, despite all their plans to nullify all votes not cast for them, and then not to certify the elections they don’t like the outcomes of.
May 2022 be most brutal to them. 😀
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