If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs…

The Niagara of menacing information from across the world much of it owing to Donald Trump could leave a person exhausted and disoriented. I’ve been stockpiling stories for the blog sometime when I have time to share them. In the meantime I refuse to cower or panic. And this morning I was reminded of Rudyard Kipling’s advice to a boy on becoming a man which, like all good advice from the heyday of masculinity, I apply to all genders in his poem “If” Hemmingway’s definition of courage, “grace under pressure” also fits my attitude.

Bugaboos

I think that when I wrote this term down in my outline I had hot button issues in mind. They are Trump’s secret weapon as he changes messages every other day when he wants to change the headlines in a tweet. I’m keeping my eye on Trump

Trump’s side has made the terms liberal and conservative meaningless. I have always considered myself both in the same way I chose the best ideas from Democratic and Republican planks. Its been a long time since the Republican plank had anything on it of much interest. Its hard to take a political party seriously when they are locked in a closet like Patty Hearst and overtaken by Stockholm Syndrome.

Just twenty years ago before the disappointment of the 2001 Rapture disappointment the Party’s drivers were all looking forward to God stripping them naked and ushering good Christians to Heaven leaving their clothes behind for we sinners to goggle at. Then Christians discovered Michelle Bachmann and a form of Christianity that would have left Jesus of Nazareth wishing he could climb down from the cross and just wash his hands of his latter day worshipers.

But end of times stories have become a staple of Science Fiction. I’ve enjoyed watching the first season of the Umbrella Academy for the last week with my grandsons. The super kids in this story are doing their best to prevent Earth’s destruction.

I apologize. When I woke up this morning all of these points were fused together brilliantly. Now not so much. I did as I wrote…I studied French. Read the NY Times. Served food at the Soup Kitchen before writing this post. A lot of other stuff filled up my head.