This last week, meaning the last days of January through the first days of February, has been quite a week. Quite. A. Week. Day and night, the temperature in the DMV hasn’t risen above 36 or so for about 2 weeks now. I’m acclimated. It was 21 degrees this morning when I went to work, and I breezed in there wearing nothing but a midweight jacket that I didn’t even bother to zip up, and I was fine.
And the cold is the very least of it. The Epstein files are taking down powerful men all over the world, except here in the US. Yes, a few American men have lost their jobs and their reputations, but I can’t think of a single one who has suffered real consequences.
OK, one - Ghislaine Maxwell.
Oh wait - she’s not a man now, is she?
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I’ve always thought that Trump was a Russian asset, and Tulsi Gabbard, too. And now it looks like the Epstein scandal is connected to international intrigue of the very worst sort. And it also looks like the President of the United States is not just one of many evildoers mixed up in this horrendous web of crime - he’s one of the ringleaders. And for me, an American raised smack dab in the middle of the American Century, the granddaughter of men who fought in WWII, the idea of the United States of America controlled by a truly evil cabal of rapists and traitors is too much.
Years as a government contractor and I have never lost or misplaced or forgotten my PIV (Personal Identity Validation) or CAC (Common Access Card), until Friday. I was scheduled to work from home and when I went to turn on my computer at 7:30, I found that my badge holder had no badge. I panicked immediately but then just started methodically looking for it - in my purse, my work tote, my coat pocket, my car, the pocket of the pants I had worn on Thursday - everywhere it could have been and a few places where it couldn’t. Nothing. And now I’m really panicking, because I can’t work without it, and because it’s easier to replace a driver’s license or a passport than a CAC card. Ain’t nobody got time for that.
I was just about to call the security office to see if anyone had found and returned my CAC card when I received a text message from my coworker, who had found my CAC card at the front desk. I drove to the base, I met him at the gate, he handed me my CAC card, and I was back home and at my desk by 9. All’s well that ends well, I suppose.
Except that this little incident was further evidence that my brain is not working, and it hasn’t been for some time. Everything is too much now. Everything is falling through the ever-widening cracks. I’m nothing but cracks now. I’m “crashing out” as the young people say on the internet.
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One of the most fun things this week has been Hillary Clinton out here with “I wish a motherfucker would” energy. I’d like to actually take the day off, make popcorn, and watch that hearing all day long, but I don’t think it’s actually going to happen. James Comer is a trifling and stupid man but he’s not stupid enough not to recognize that he’s no match for Hillary Rodham Clinton. Still, that would be a fun day.
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How fast the White House has gone from “cry more libtards it was just a joke” to “an unknown staffer posted that racist video, which we have now deleted and which we hereby order you to forget about” to “yeah I posted it but I didn’t watch it first and no I won’t apologize.” But despite conflicting stories, one thing is clear (well, two, counting the racism) and that is that someone has a very bad case of Obama Derangement Syndrome
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It’s Saturday now and extremely cold but bright and sunny. My son is home for the weekend and I’m going to get out of the house like a normal person. I need to take a little break from my not-at-all fake outrage. A bookstore visit should do it. I’ll be back again on Monday, and I’ll still be furious.
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