The picture on the top right is of another presidential accomplishment getting trounced. Except he is such a coward that he's had them place a tarp over the sign so no one can see his failure to steal a memorial meant for someone else who deserved it.
I haven't been writing much for awhile. In the recent past, I've lost three of the most important people in my life. The first two were my aunt and cousin who were my family of choice. I was closer to them than to my parents. The third, my best friend for fifty years, died in April of Lou Gehrig's Disease. An absolutely horrible, heartbreaking way to die. All I have to do is think about her and I can't stop crying.
That, combined with seeing this miserable excuse of a president slowly ruining our country, has just been too much. I used to take pleasure in working on Doux Reviews, writing about my favorite shows, spending time with my daughter and my two kitties, painting landscapes and still lifes, and reading as much as I want (I worked full time my entire adult life and never had enough time to read, like the old man in that famous Twilight Zone episode). I don't take pleasure in much of anything right now.
And why should I even post this? Honestly, I'm not pleading for expressions of sympathy. Everyone loses loved ones. I've taken steps. I'm taking antidepressants and seeing a therapist and hopefully will recover.
But what would really help is if I could check the news and not see this dripping, pustulant sore of a man tromp, pun intended, all over what is left of my country. The Republicans are letting this happen. The Epstein Class is letting it happen. I don't understand why. What are they seeing when they look at that man that most of us do not see? Is he just speaking to the cruel and racist misogynist within all of them?
The USA has never been perfect, but sometimes it would try to be. I want to go back to that so badly. Let this national nightmare be over soon.
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