The Skeeter Daddle Diaries

I’m laying bets most of you were pretty weary of four long years of nearly incessant Trump Trump Trump. Maybe thought, oh boy, we get a little peace and quiet. After a year and a half of Covid Covid Covid, maybe not…. Now we got Kabul Kabul Kabul, another Benghazi Benghazi Benghazi. One thing about the internet, repetition is good, just hammer it and hammer it and yammer it some more until that migraine keeps any joy in life at arm’s reach.

Course, get ready for Climate Change. Every flood, every tropical storm, every heat wave, every drought, every wildfire, every sneeze, every everything, we will be inundated by a tsunami of apocalyptic warnings, ominous predictions, dystopian scenarios and future catastrophes.

Don’t get me wrong, I agree, this is the Existential Threat of our lifetime. Donald J. Trump, not so much. Covid, unless it morphs into a flesh-eating monster, not either. Afghanistan, c’mon, just another foreign policy misadventure we’ll forget as fast as Grenada. But the oceans acidifying, desertification spreading, coastal cities swamped, insects dying off, extinctions expanding, the tundra melting, pretty soon the drumbeat will look like the pathetic palliatives they are. You care what Kim Kardashian wore last week on the Riviera when millions of refugees are fleeing collapsed societies?

Okay, quite a few will care. Hell, quite a few would vote for Trump a second time, anything to keep from facing Hard Reality. Covid? Doesn’t really exist. Climate Change? Don’t make them laugh. But … a change, like Dylan said, it’s a’comin’. Probably a little late and a dollar short. Well, trillions of dollars short.

I wish I was more optimistic, I really do. Happy Trump’s gone, happy we left Afghanistan, happy I got a vaccination or two for Covid. But hard times are coming. And just between us girls, what Kim K is wearing, or not wearing, this season isn’t going to stop the glaciers from melting, but it does make my heart grow a few degrees colder.

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