So, as you may have noticed, this is the second year in a row that has been marked by an extended absence on my part at around the same time. This is not a coincidence. The reasons are something I’ve struggled with, but I feel like sharing them might be both good for me as well as make it somewhat easier for some out there that may be dealing with similar issues to know that they are not alone.
I have for some time been dealing with a particularly vicious two-headed demon; fibromyalgia and depression. The roots go back a long ways and aren’t particularly the point here and now; but suffice to say, the two have an awful symbiotic relationship with one another. The fibro causes significant physical pain, which makes the depression worse, which magnifies the pain, and so on and so forth. This is exacerbated during the changeover of seasons – as weather patters begin to change, pressure systems begin to wildly fluctuate and both conditions are particularly sensitive to that. If you have ever suffered from seasonal depression, or have had a knee or shoulder ache during a storm, imagine that but cranked up to 11 and then happening almost constantly. Basically the only way for me to work and take care of my absolutely required social responsibilities was to lock my psyche into something resembling this:
Believe it or not, I’ve wanted to write. I’ve spoken with some of you, on Twitter or in person, and I’ve sat here some nights, staring at the blank page and cursor blinking at me, but just unable to sort through everything and assemble it into something resembling coherent thought. But I’ve missed you (EWE’s Note: Don’t admit that to them, you sniveling fleshsack!) and believe it or not, so has EWE. I promise. Speaking of whom…
But you know what I haven’t missed? What I haven’t been ABLE to miss? What I haven’t even been given a chance to miss? DONALD MOTHERFUCKING TRUMP. Specifically, I have not been afforded the opportunity to miss Donald Trump saying or doing something that is a complete and utter embarrassment to the country as a whole, both here in the U.S. and to whatever allies we have remaining in the world at this point.
Now, I don’t have the time or patience (nor likely do you) to expound upon every single horrific statement, quote, tweet, or other action taken by our narcissistic, dementia-addled lunatic-in-chief, but I think we can probably sum up the general vibe relatively quickly. Let’s see…
“A Pluses,” huh? Who the fuck was grading your sad-sack efforts on that curve – Betsy Devos? No wonder your administration doesn’t like public education – they probably all grade too hard for you. And since when did travel to Puerto Rico suddenly become the equivalent attempting to reach the North Pole? It’s a fucking U.S. territory, and this is 2018. We have the most powerful, modern Navy in the history of time, and we aren’t actively involved in any major armed conflicts. Do not talk to me about the “war on terror” bullshit because that’s like saying we couldn’t send ships because they were busy patrolling the shorelines as part of the “war on drugs.” The bottom line is that your administration was caught unprepared, responded completely inadequately, and as a result, the death toll was 3000. Would some people have died anyway? Yes – that’s the harsh reality of natural disasters. But would 3000 people have had to die if food, water, electricity and infrastructure had been restored to island as quickly as possible thanks to efficient and effective U.S. response? No, and Trump’s refusal to be able to admit even the slightest bit of error, and in fact to petulantly whine that HE’S NOT GETTING ENOUGH CREDIT FOR HOW WELL IT WENT in the face of 3000 dead souls is a stunning, mind numbing demonstration of just how self-centered and disconnected from reality he is.
Oh really? Bob Woodward is a liar? The Bob Woodward that was instrumental in exposing the Watergate scandal that brought down Nixon and fundamentally changed how the media and the general public viewed the presidency and government in general? The Bob Woodward who has been one of most well-respected, thorough, and meticulous presidential researchers and analysts of our time? The Bob Woodward who, despite respecting the time-honored tradition of maintaining his sources’ request for confidentiality with regard to their identity, has hours upon hours of documentation of his interviews with them in order to prepare his book? That Bob Woodward is a “liar” because his book, rather than portraying you as the greatest president in American history, instead depicts you as being so fundamentally disturbed and mentally unfit to handle the rigors of the presidency that those closest to you have taken to manipulating you around your worst and stupidest impulses in an effort to just keep the country functional and out of any kind of doomsday scenario?
You see, Orange Hobgoblin, it really just comes down to a relatively simple calculus. Bob Woodward, he’s got credibility. A track record of proven integrity and reliability. You, however, have…um, Melania? Baron? The human caricature drawing that is Rudi Giuliani? So really, anyone with even a drop of common sense would realize that banking on your word is not a safe bet. Ever.
These are just a couple of examples of the freakish, insane alternate universe that Donald Trump has chosen to inhabit. Where 3000 people dead goes from being a mistake that could have been avoided to an “unsung success” that just doesn’t get the credit it deserved. Frankly, I could go on, but I’m beginning to tire for the night, and there will be plenty of nights to come – but for now kids, I have missed you all greatly, and it’s good to be back! – EWE