We tried. Twice. We drove up to Kingston, NH for a protest but when we got there there were only a couple of people holding signs in a park. We changed direction and headed to Billerica, MA where there was a big rally going on in the town common. We tried to stop but there wasn’t any place to park and well… at the risk of TMI… there were full bladder issues that needed attending.
We will do better next time, and I promise there will be a next time. Until then, here’s a cat.
So… Biden is dropping out of the presidential race. He endorsed Vice President Harris. I don’t know how that is going to work as far as the convention and the nomination process will work over the next few weeks but…
I was really pissed off and feeling like the universe was kicking me while I was down…
But then…
Depression turned to anger which then turned to passionate determination.
Kamala Harris is going to kick the shit out of that nazi fuck. She’s going to be a human fire hose who pressure washes the filth out of our country. Hell yes.
I may or may not have just donated a few bucks to the Harris for President campaign.
Maybe in some weird, unexpected way, all of this ridiculousness is going to unite us against the fascist scumbag. A boy can hope at least, right?
I just saw a post on one of the social media outlets/twitter clones that says there is going to be an Anti Project 2025 rally in Times Square on Saturday July 27th at 7:00pm.
Huh…
I’ve been looking for an excuse to spend a weekend in New York. Usually just having a fun weekend get away to the biggest city around is all the reason I need. Maybe we could add something more productive as additional incentive?
Huh… I wonder… let’s think on this a little bit…
It’s Monday again. You know what that means? At 2:00pm the time runs out on the second week of my facebook boycott. I said I’d stay away for a week, then when that week was up I extended it a second week. That second week is up today.
I would like to say it’s been getting easier. I’m not sure that’s true. It’s my nephew’s birthday today and Facebook has become the traditional birthday wishes extension mechanism. They also tried fighting back again. When I joined Lizardfish Kevin made me a co-admin of the band’s facebook page. I got a notifications email for the page the other day. I didn’t open it. I have only gotten the one for my personal account which leads me to hope that I don’t have any new notifications which means maybe they’ll leave me alone now? I don’t know.
While I definitely do not miss the nazi bullshit, which is the reason I left, I am starting to miss some of the other connections. I haven’t seen any pictures of any of my brother and sister’s kids, including the birthday boy, I’m out of touch with friends, and I haven’t had the opportunity to check out any fellow guitar nerds’ rigs on the various groups I belong to. I guess my point here is that I am in full blown FoMO mode right now. The fear of missing out is catching up to me.
When 2:00pm rolls around today I will extend the facebook ban by another seven days. I’m not sure I am going to make it through this one, and if I somehow manage to, I am not sure I’ll be able to stop myself from putting an end to it. It is starting to feel like failure is inevitable.
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