Tears wickedness and self-conceit that is the deign of man.

  Dad-blame it. I let it slip by again. It's now 1:20 a.m. Friday morning. I did have something I was going to muddle around with but I'm not as irritated about it now.

 I probably got close to Word Count last night at the Tumblr site. I wrote about blues harmonica players Big Walter Thorton and Good Rockin' Charles Edwards and how they cross paths concerning Jimmy Rogers's "Walking By Myself." I've been writing a little more about music lately, for whatever reason. Here's something on Kid Thomas Watts. Anyway, it's obviously got something to do with my obsession with harmonica music. I've always liked the instrument, but as I've said, I get wild about a genre or musician from time to time and just wallow it. I think this might be the first instrument.

 Anyhow, I was going to write about how silly and potentially dangerous the panic about Critical Race Theory has become. It really has become, well, stupid and hard to take seriously. People are actually claiming it's based on Nazi thought. These are the same people who think Dr. Martin Luther King starts and stops with the "I Have A Dream" speech, so, it's not really surprising they're not putting all that much effort into it.

 And while it hasn't filtered up to the actual government, some wingnuts are pounding the table to put cameras in classrooms so teachers can't sneak in CRT into their little darlings' multiplication tables. Actual politicians who actually make actual laws have compared vaccination efforts to Nazi doings, though. It's getting harder and harder to take these people seriously and harder and harder to do anything but tell "godspeed, you mad fuckers."

 I'm sure I've stated my feeling that debating with conservatives online is a waste of time, but if not, let me say it again. Debating with conservatives online is a waste of time. They're either misunderstanding what they're so mad about or they're lying about it, and it generally depends on how high up on the pecking order they are. Either way, they take the absolute worst position on whatever the "problem" is. 

 Reckon how long this current outrage lasts? I'm not sure what the endgame is beyond stirring up the rubes, like banning trans kids from high school sports or previous efforts to ban gay marriage. I have no doubt that, for the most part, most politicians and media figures know exactly what they're doing and why. Probably not, say, Louie Gohmert and Tomi Lahren, but Tucker Carlson and Ted Cruz? Sure, they're hip. I mean, you really don't hear those guys raising hell about gay marriage anymore, do you?

 It's just me, but it's becoming more difficult to even engage these jackasses. You don't want to get vaccinated even though COVID-19 has apparently mutated into two nastier strains? That's on you, hoss, just keep your nasty ass away from Momma. You want to put cameras into your kid's classroom because you're worried the fragile little dears might learn that white people have been awful in the past? Okay by me. There'll be enough non-idiots to keep the lights on until after I shuffle off this mortal coil.

 That's the wrong way to approach things, of course, but it's almost keeping me sane since I can't get stoned. Just drop out, man, since I can't turn on. Y'all want to let the planet become unlivable? Be my guest, I've just to be here maybe another thirty years. I'm leaving nothing behind when I go, so why should I care?

 Yeah, that's not the best way to approach things, I know, but it's getting me down, man. In any event, there's enough in Mississippi that's screwed up to keep me occupied for the duration

Ain't a pity. Ain't it a cryin' shame.

  I really need to quit sleeping as much as I do. Wake up, eat something, read a little bit, walk around outside for a bit, go back to sleep. Rinse and repeat, maybe throw some video game time or harmonica time or, occasionally, movie time, but otherwise, rinse and repeat. It's not healthy, especially at my age, neither mentally nor physically.

 But honestly, it's all I want to do. Again I'm going to punt the Hohner harmonica run down, but you get what you pay for. I've been getting into the Divinity: Original Sin games and I've made some headway into both, but I don't feel like writing about either. They're good, you know this. I've been re-reading a lot of Hunter Thompson instead of anything else because he's fun to read.

 I don't know why this is, but it is. I'm not in a great mood but what the hell, you know? I'm always, even at my best, slightly irritated about something, whether personal or beyond my grasp. I've learned to live with it. People are giving this more attention, but I still don't understand why people's hairs aren't on fire. The state of Florida is actively threatening teachers and students if they don't show proper ideology.

 But no, it's just that wacky Ron DeSantis and his kooky right-wing buddies doing their thing. You almost have to expect it, I'm told. Just because the grubby little punk doesn't pretend to be anything but a cut-rate fascist bully boy because that's what the barking dingbats want. Have you seen the video of "concerned parents" losing their minds at school board meetings over what they think Critical Race Theory is? These are the same people who wouldn't go to a meeting to discuss funding for after-school activities or anti-bullying measures if you held them at gunpoint.

 Kids are great but the parents are invariably assholes.

 Well, enough of that. The midnight hour is sneaking up on me and, frankly, I'm most inclined to just go back to bed. Read a little bit, listen to some good music, and let it ride. I'm obsessed with harmonica music these days. I bet you've I've listened to the same Big Walter Horton collection a dozen times over in the past week. The man had a tone big as all outdoors.

 Fifteen minutes, a little over 115 words. Think, think, think, but the words don't come. When I have something to write about, it's no problem. There's no end to stomach-churning horseshit going on that fits "the News," like that collapsing apartment building in Miami. Goddamn Tucker Carlson asked if it was "intentional" because collapsing apartment buildings are something that happens in "third-world nations." Between this and the "anti-white mania," that people still pay attention to this evil little twit after he got his shit pushed in by friggin' Jon Stewart twenty years ago makes me despair for the republic.

 It's too hot and too humid. I hate Summer in the South. It's miserable here as it was miserable in New Orleans, North Georgia, and Central Florida. I need to figure out a way to spend June through September in Vermont or someplace like that. Stay in the South for the Spring and Fall and head out to the desert for Winter. I'm assuming it's nice in the desert during the Winter. I'm sure it's dryer, anyway.

 I ought to look into that.