Brayings From an Old Buffalo




In my previous blog post, I wrote about sadness, my specific feelings of sadness regarding the sale of our home and consequently being unhomed.

Perhaps you'd like to know that said feelings have dissipated, only somewhat, as I continue to ride the waves of emotions (grief, loss, sadness, etc.).  When I crest with the sensations, I feel as if I have allowed myself to lay back, gaze up at a cerulean blue sky, permit the waves to support me and consider the possibilities.  I find I can only paddle so hard and so long to stay atop the wave; there's a still very limited amount of energy I can give to the effort.  Inevitably, I sink into the trench formed between the crests, infinitely darker, often suffocating.  In the trench, I have given strong consideration to driving back to 15703 Boulder Creek Drive (tearing up as I type the address), pulling up in the driveway, stomping onto the front porch, pounding on the door and yelling at the top of my lungs, "This was a mistake!  A horrible, terrible, awful, no good, very bad mistake!  I want my house back!  GIVE ME MY HOUSE BACK!!"

Which, of course, I will not do, not only because the diminished amount of good sense I retain prevails but also because the house has Ring doorbells and Ring cameras.  My breakdown would be recorded for posterity and perhaps even show up on Social Media (I know about Social Media because a Floridian at Pickleball told me about it--see https://cookingthenytimes.blogspot.com/2023/04/taking-on-couple-floridians.html).

Suffice it to say, my nerves sizzle pretty darned close to the surface these days.  It takes very little to ignite my internal Rant-O-Meter.  Below is just a sampling of two items that really got my goat this past week and I don't believe I was in a trench of despair when I heard/read them.

Numero Uno:  Their friend and his, Donald J. Trump.

On Tuesday, our country's massive electoral mistake, Donald Trump, was found guilty of defaming E. Jean Carroll on his Truth Social Platform.  In response, the Donald, on a CNN Town Hall, call Ms Carroll a "wack job" and went on his own braying from an old buffalo about the trial being a witch hunt, an insult to witches everywhere, most egregiously the infamous Salem Witch trial victims.

I shouldn't have expected anything less, but honestly.  His response to being found guilty of defamation is to ramp it up.  I can say no more.

For her part, Ms Carroll stated that she had been, "insulted by better people" and now is considering a third law suit against him.

Deuxieme: Judge Robert Payne of U.S. District Court in Richmond, VA

This boo-boo head struck down federal laws blocking handgun sales to buyers older than 18 and younger than 21.  His ruling turned back statutes and regulations put into place over the past few decades to enforce age requirements because such statutes were "not consistent with our nation's history and tradition" and therefore could not stand.

Join me in making a list of statutes put into place that recognized our nation's 'esteemed' history and tradition should be set aside.  I've got one.  Slavery.  What would you like to add?

I feel bray-ed out.  Thanks for listening.


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