Short Skirt, Long Jacket

It's been a few days since I've posted anything.  We've been very busy, and I'm still recovering from that absurdly long previous post.

But it gets depressing, too.  It's not at all as if there's nothing to write about.  Quite the contrary.  Absurd and horrific jostling for the headlines every day.  After a while, it all seems to blend together.

Which is the point.  Every outrageous intrusion, desecration, or incompetence is very quickly overshadowed by the next one.  I guarantee you that this is on purpose.  Trump and Musk may not be smart enough to operate like this, but someone in the gears and levers of what they call government does.  You can get away with doing something loathsome if tomorrow, it is overshadowed by something even more loathsome, and everyone forgets today's loathsomeness.  And the next day, tomorrow's loathsomeness will be overturned by the next day's.

This is an administration that works the clock brilliantly (again, not the Cheeto and Nazi, but someone else).  Quick illegal, immoral or spiteful strikes, and then move on quickly.  It's important to note that the consequences of these strikes, through the courts, are very long-term, and the Administration's lawyers' jobs are simply and only to make them take even longer (since they have no basis to argue that the strikes are legal).  

So I get a flood of e-mailed newsletters every day about the most recent strikes.  No one has the time to read them all (which is, again, the point).  It's frustrating and exhausting to go through them and try to pick out something to write about (or, more accurately, to narrow them down to one or two) before the next flood.  

Cake sings "Short Skirt, Long Jacket," an homage to the incomparable Diana Rigg.  Let's write another song called "Short Strikes, Long Consequences."   Not as much fun, but less of a fantasy.