Zzzzzzz

It was a quiet day at the Landfill on The Planet Ann Arbor unless you count the GG gyrating in and out and around and about. Out one door and in the other, jumping between various work stations. I had a bazillion work meetings scheduled for today but a key person caught the latest bug (I didn’t ask which variety, just wished them well) and almost everything got canceled.

I had the radio on but I kept the volume down because, well, I dunno. I didn’t really want to listen to the news today and I knew the GG probably didn’t want to listen to National Petroleum Radio. I think that nickname may have run its course. If NPR is so “woke” (not my opinion), how does that square with the petroleum industry? Doesn’t that industry evoke more of a right-wing “flavor” or whatever? (Disclaimer: I drive a gasoline powered vee-hickle and won’t change over until the EV infrastructure fully supports me and my long drives to and from the yooperland. I don’t think we’re there yet.)

Anyway at around 3-something, I detected a certain droning voice coming from the radio. On and on and on and on ad nauseam. What I did was probably counterintuitive but the GG was outside with noise canceling equipment on his ears so I turned the radio up. What the hell was Trump talking about? Oh, the grandest peace plan the earth has ever seen. In the middle east no less. Grandiosity was king, Bibi was fawning, and details were scanty. From what I could tell. Look elsewhere for more comprehensive, intelligent commentary. I kept asking myself something like, “Where is the part where they turn Gaza into a tropical paradise for all the billionaires and ship its current residents somewhere they aren’t wanted and don’t want to go?” That wasn’t discussed as near as I could figure.

If this Trump administration wasn’t so frickin’ disgusting, I would be snoring. Or maybe laughing. But instead, it is scary, and I can’t look away.

One Response to “Zzzzzzz”

  1. Margaret Says:

    I can look away although I shouldn’t. John is much more on top of things and tells me the information that he thinks I need to know. It’s hard and frightening.