Our country is pretty messed up. The middle class is being squeezed out of existence, home ownership is becoming a pipe dream for many, job security is a thing of the past and the cost of higher education is spiraling out of control. Meanwhile, we have Donald Trump leading the polls in one of the major parties and neither party seems to be listening to the very real and often desperate needs of the overlooked and invisible in our society.
We, as a nation, can likely overcome these obstacles, but we don’t need anything else weighing us down at this point. We don’t need any more oppression from The Man, curtailing our freedoms and squelching the few bits of beauty and wonder which manage to break through the dark, gnarly boughs of the hostile forest that is 21st Century society.
Simply put, we don’t need bad news like this:
Yesterday we had a dream of Yasiel Puig, swooping into Dodger Stadium in a chopper. Probably late anyway because that’s just what he does, but swooping all the same! Now even that dream is gone.
I’m moving to Canada. Or, if Trump promises that he’ll let Puig fly the chopper, I may take another look at him. I’m in a delicate vulnerable place right now, open to the power of suggestion.