My poor caveman brain is struggling at the moment. Logic should be able to defeat it but as far as it is concerned the evidence is stacking up.
Whenever I leave the house at night, I walk out of the door, look up, and there, in the sky, are new orbs of light. Bright. Shining and scary. They are lined up in a row and my caveman brain is convinced they are a sign of impending doom.
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| NASA takes better pictures than me |
I started this blog a month ago and stopped writing because I knew I was being silly. Science. I told my brain that we knew what they were and even Facebook was more advanced than it was being.
However, my caveman brain hasn’t been soothed, even now, that they’ve gone away.
“You can’t deny that something weird is happening,” it shouted as I switched off the news because the Long Suffering Husband was making sure his flat feet would still exempt him from a call up in the event of the impending war.
We discussed Trump’s behaviour towards Zelensky and I didn’t say that it was the strange alignment of planets and did my best to not stoke up any more fear.
The human need to pretend everything is ok is baffling.
I do it too. I’m soothing the LSH, allowing him to believe that we aren’t on the brink of implosion. Telling him that it is fine if he doesn’t watch the news. Even stranger, though, are the American public, who still think that the man who is crashing their economy has their best interests at heart.
I haven’t stopped watching. Even now that the planets have gone, I am still uneasy.
I am careful about my sources, though. I didn’t trust the video that showed Trump opening the letter from the King to show a drawing in crayon signed sausage fingers.
Yesterday, I fell down a little rabbit hole, going to original sources. I had seen a convincing reel showing Trump sign an order to ban men from wearing skinny jeans so I went to the congress website to check. I couldn’t find any evidence to back it up and so am able to laugh at its comedy value.
While I was there, however, I did find this.
Greenland, which is not for sale, is going to be bought by America and called Red, white and blue land. Comedy is dead. It’s over. Comedians, just give up trying to be funny. You can’t trump Trump.
