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Sunday now. The existential dread that accompanies it being Sunday is such a dramatic shift from the carefree joy of Saturday that you might wonder how these are consecutive days at all. Don’t even get me started on Mondays. My existential stress gets a daily boost from reading the news. It feels like a matter of time before the US military commits a war crime so egregious that the world cannot ignore it, and as a result, we double down. Not back down mind you, because we don’t have the mechanisms to do that under this administration. We simply pivot and claim victory in the face of overwhelming shame.

It isn’t going well, American Life.

I could write about the strain on the system ad nauseam, but I don’t know it would do much good other than getting it out of my own system (again). Short version, we are a country predicated on growth in a handful of key markets that are overwhelmingly powered by a base of people who are losing their opportunity and will to grow said markets. I know the market leaders see this, but most appear more interested in milking that cow than feeding it… and are also trying to find new ways to profit off us. I.e. new markets. It is painful. It is sad, and I am in no position to do much more than ride this thing out. I’m trying to get to a better financial position. That will take time I am no longer sure we have.

In the meanwhile, I need to get my heart, body, and soul back to a place where I can be a productive member of society. I’m not there yet. I am hanging on by the strandiest of strands these days, between kid drama, finance woes, and a creative block the size of New Hampshire. This too shall pass, I always say. But when though?

Some Thoughts:

  1. Absolutely Bonkers Headline of the Day: “Pete Hegseth reads a prayer adapted from ‘Pulp Fiction’ during Pentagon service” The path of the righteous man, indeed… I love how he tried to make the Strait into the valley of darkness. Bro was not cooking. Yet he truly, deeply, believed he was. This is what happens when you put ego-focused fail-ups in a position of near-absolute power. Bad things, man. Bad things…
  2. Traded Sexy Dexy. Got legit value back. Don’t F this up, Harbaugh.
  3. Not looking forward to the new Madden or college football, because I’ve heard nada in terms of improvements to play. Just new players. At least give me some FCS magic and let me pay with my own kid.