M words!

Dear you,

This blog entry is brought to you by the letter M.  It feels like MAYHEM, locally, nationally, and globally.  No, this isn’t just me being older and reacting to change in a defensive way.  Things are objectively messy and I am weary of asking the question “did that just happen?”  A lot is strangely happening that I call mayhem.

First, locally, yes, spring break came in hard here the first week of April.  In this phase, we hosted Atlanta and other Georgia high schoolers.  These were not the children of Stacey Abrams.  These were the children of MARJORIE Taylor Green.  Stolen bikes strewn about, stomping, slamming, screaming, and attempts to reel in the madness were responded to with “I paid good money for this” or “fuck you, I can do what I want; I ain’t afraid.”  (What they were claiming to be not afraid of is unclear to me.)

Next, the stream of anti-vax rhetoric about the shot being the MARK OF THE BEAST.  Well, I got the mark and I want the hardcopy passport too.   The Christian Bible’s final chapter of Revelations grounds their reasoning. I wonder if they consider that this book is prophetic in nature and not historic?  John (which specific John is a point of argument in that faith) had a vision on the island of Patmos.  In a way, he was just high. Typical scenario, angel descends to deliver the word of the deity about the future.  The future is apocalyptic in nature and revolves around the good versus evil trope.  The beasty verses read like this (one of many translations): “And he causeth all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads. And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name.  Here is wisdom.  Let him hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is six hundred threescore and six.”  There it is, the old 666 thing.  I am not so sure this “is wisdom”.  I am pretty sure this is just apocalypse-porn.

And then we have our local congressman Matt Gaetz, righteously fighting charges of sex trafficking and other lovely crimes.  I looked forward to his weekly email to his constituents wondering if he would even mention his sticky wicket situation.  But not a word about that.  He blabbed on about the Dems messing up Georgia and causing the border crisis.  Quote from one section:

“Both Gov. Greg Abbott of Texas and Gov. Doug Ducey of Arizona have determined that the current border situation is a crisis.  Fentanyl is coming across the border, cartel members are coming across the border – and of course – Covid is coming across the border.  Hey Dr. Fauci, why aren’t those illegal immigrants wearing masks?”

Good to know Matt is finally concerned about Covid.  The M word for our Matty is MORON. Someone on Twitter calls him Rapey McForehead.  I think that is a highly suitable MONIKER.

Finally, Prince Philip has died.  The United Kingdom mourns this loss to their MONARCHY.  Can’t say that I blame them.  Maybe we all could use a strong, silent type acting as a figurehead these days.   Stiff upper lip, keep calm and carry on, etc.  But then again there is all that imperialist and racist history, so never mind.  I am standing with MEGHAN MARKLE, safely tucked away in California exile.

Mayhem, Marjorie, Mark of the Beast, Moron Matt’s new Moniker, and Monarchy. 

Maybe next week will bring me a lighter, brighter list of M words.  Looking forward to Mystery, Merriment, and Majesty . . . while dancing the MACARENA!  Everybody hit the floor with me:

Days like these, we might as well dance.

Love,

Joyce