It’s been a long week. I had to turn on the heat to maintain a comfy 65°F in my apartment. It’s rarely necessary to run the heat, but my blood thinned when Mother Nature psyched us out with warm temperatures last week. I’m still pissed off by the Trumpcare proposal. You’d think it was written by a lobbyist representing the insurance companies. Part of me thinks it was written this way deliberately, knowing it wouldn’t pass, to distract us from RussiaGate. Another part suspects it will pass as written because money is valued more than people on Earth.
I feel like Congress is leading us on about RussiaGate. I haven’t allowed myself to believe they’ll do anything to stop 45’s treason. I guess you can say I don’t have a lot of faith in Congress. Because most people don’t even bother voting, it’s easy to imagine everyone getting re-elected no matter how poorly they represent us. I remember how hyped up people were for Bernie Sanders. I also remember how few of them bothered to vote in the primaries, and then how shocked they were when he lost.
I have a hard time processing human behavior. The more I observe, the more I feel like an alien. I don’t understand how a species with such a strong survival instinct is so self-destructive. We’re terminally shortsighted. It makes me sad because we have so much potential, but we waste it on envy and hatred. People are more concerned about a person’s net worth than their character. They consider the person with more wealth the better person. That’s so fucked up. Especially considering the majority who possess vast wealth didn’t earn it and have no incentive to be considerate of others.
On top of that, the majority of obscenely rich people acquired the riches by unethical means. Drumpf family wealth is from prostitution. Now 45 is under scrutiny for being bankrolled by Russia. There’s no pathway to multiple billions of dollars that doesn’t include fucking over others on the way. So I guess I’m not as upset as I could be while watching my species self-destruct. I’m more saddened by the loss of what could have been than what is. Because what is probably shouldn’t survive. And on that cheerful note, I’m off to read.