I just can't seem to keep my mouth shut. My babblings have gotten me into trouble many times, but today's incident bodes ominous for the politically-charged months to come.
This made me laugh as I've always said I have foot in mouth disease 😂But st 75 I've gotten wiser. Especially living amongst so many trump supporters here in New Mexico, where in Minnesota I lived amongst liberals.
I'm a centrist, so there's no safe place for me. I just need to shut the f*ck up.
Years ago when we were exploring Tucson, AZ as a possible route off the mountain, I read an obit about a landscape artist who killed himself because of the political climate. His work was gorgeous. Magnificent. So politics killed someone who was giving beauty to the world.
Sue, I didn't realize things got so tough. America was a beacon of free speech and democracy. We don't have to agree on everything, but there should be mutual respect in disagreement. Take care of yourself!
You too, Bob, and it's good to hear from you. When you don't show up on my feed, I worry about you.
And yes, things have been weird and out in the open since COVID. Not only was the right to wear or not to wear a mask an issue, I wore one that had a Dia de Los Muertos motif to it. Got a lot of positive comments on it, but one "gentleman" in the market parking lot looked at me like I was some sort of Juggalo, one of those Insane Clown people who were a menace in their own right. Since those days, it takes an empty milk bottle to urge me out of the house and to the stores.
I have passed through TSA checkpoints so many times that I finally trained myself to remember my only job until I was seatbelted in was to go from check-in to that seat on the jet. My only job. Mouth firmly closed. I always reminded myself about the sign on the wall at the Zimbabwe border crossing into Botswana.
“Do not insult the crocodile until you cross the river.” Cross the river. Do not insult the crocodile. Cross the river.
I still keep my mouth shut when someone brings up politics or religion. Cross the river. Don’t insult the crocodile. I do listen a lot, because I want to understand why people think what they think. Often, they don’t have good reasons. They grab onto something and that’s it. No more thinking necessary. They are part of the tribe and the tribe believes what it believes. I’m not a joiner. I stay away from causes because if I hear something, I might want to say something. Don’t insult the crocodile.
During this election cycle, people were ready to explode. Very little thoughtfulness was on display. It’s either the end of the world or gloating from the rooftops. Deviate ever so slightly from one orthodoxy or the other and the crocodile goes wild.
We’ll survive. We always do. If we stop insulting the crocodiles, we can make it across the river.
This made me laugh as I've always said I have foot in mouth disease 😂But st 75 I've gotten wiser. Especially living amongst so many trump supporters here in New Mexico, where in Minnesota I lived amongst liberals.
I'm a centrist, so there's no safe place for me. I just need to shut the f*ck up.
Years ago when we were exploring Tucson, AZ as a possible route off the mountain, I read an obit about a landscape artist who killed himself because of the political climate. His work was gorgeous. Magnificent. So politics killed someone who was giving beauty to the world.
Sue, I didn't realize things got so tough. America was a beacon of free speech and democracy. We don't have to agree on everything, but there should be mutual respect in disagreement. Take care of yourself!
You too, Bob, and it's good to hear from you. When you don't show up on my feed, I worry about you.
And yes, things have been weird and out in the open since COVID. Not only was the right to wear or not to wear a mask an issue, I wore one that had a Dia de Los Muertos motif to it. Got a lot of positive comments on it, but one "gentleman" in the market parking lot looked at me like I was some sort of Juggalo, one of those Insane Clown people who were a menace in their own right. Since those days, it takes an empty milk bottle to urge me out of the house and to the stores.
I have passed through TSA checkpoints so many times that I finally trained myself to remember my only job until I was seatbelted in was to go from check-in to that seat on the jet. My only job. Mouth firmly closed. I always reminded myself about the sign on the wall at the Zimbabwe border crossing into Botswana.
“Do not insult the crocodile until you cross the river.” Cross the river. Do not insult the crocodile. Cross the river.
I still keep my mouth shut when someone brings up politics or religion. Cross the river. Don’t insult the crocodile. I do listen a lot, because I want to understand why people think what they think. Often, they don’t have good reasons. They grab onto something and that’s it. No more thinking necessary. They are part of the tribe and the tribe believes what it believes. I’m not a joiner. I stay away from causes because if I hear something, I might want to say something. Don’t insult the crocodile.
During this election cycle, people were ready to explode. Very little thoughtfulness was on display. It’s either the end of the world or gloating from the rooftops. Deviate ever so slightly from one orthodoxy or the other and the crocodile goes wild.
We’ll survive. We always do. If we stop insulting the crocodiles, we can make it across the river.
Batten down the hatches, Matey. A storm is a-coming. Remember, Santa Cruz is probably a safe harbor if you need to defect, but these days, who knows?
PS. In the mean time, button it up, girl! No matter which way the wind blows, it will be a wild ride -- for some.
Oh Sharron, as a Centrist, I was in trouble down there too. I think I'll just hang out in bed until the storm passes ... if it ever does.
There's an old Chinese curse: May you live in interesting times.
Well?