So first he wants to back out of Syria

[conuly]

Which, okay, our presence there has hardly helped matters, but leaving without an exit plan isn't going to be an improvement.

And then once he was told he couldn't do that, he decided to bomb the hell out of Syria.

There's some sort of logic here, I suppose, but it only makes sense on Bizarro-Earth.

A great man said something about this situation once. What was it? Oh, yes: “The President must get Congressional approval before attacking Syria-big mistake if he does not!”

Comments

[alwaysbeenasmiler]

You know, when 45 rose to power; I suffered this massive bouts of anxiety-- and now almost a year later-- I'm used to it? It's like my mind has convinced itself that it's just gonna get worse and worse, no matter what, so there's no use in being anxious.

And people are still delusional about a great many things, and I'm just shaking my head because it's what they have to tell themselves to convince themselves that they are still good people, when everyone and their neighbor knows they aren't.

Arrrgh.

[conuly]

It is amazing what we can get used to. I'm not sure if this is the indomitable human spirit, or just survival-level ennui.

[alwaysbeenasmiler]

I think it's a combination of both-- the need to survive as well as the little inkling of hope that's buried deep inside.

[conuly]

I suppose it's marginally better than being paralyzed with fear at all times.

[alexseanchai]

I keep having massive doublethink. Like. Front brain carries on going to work and doing chores and creating art like nothing's wrong. Back brain has no mouth and must eternally scream.

[alwaysbeenasmiler]

That is like the perfect explaination for it.

It's like the voice that is fated to be silent but yet is the loudest voice in one's head.

[conuly]

Little known fact: That story gave me nightmares. So please let's never ever bring it up again!

*shudder*

But you know how it is. You can't be miserable and stressed and worried all the time. You'd absolutely snap!

[alexseanchai]

same tbh which is why it's such an appropriate reference

sympathy. *hugs?*

not sure I haven't snapped tbh

[conuly]

I just try not to think of that story, nor yet the world in which we seem to be living. When I find out who stepped on that butterfly, I'm gonna step on them.

[peoriapeoriawhereart]

Offers cordial cherries, stickers or um, sugar plum chibi Avengers.

[conuly]

That's a rather eclectic selection. What do the stickers look like?

[peoriapeoriawhereart]

foil stars, hearts with holographic rims, binder re-enforcement rings, dots.

Well, yesterday I found in a tin an unopened box I'd probably bought in 2016. The shells were soft and the centers mummified. I've also got two bags of brown sugar.

[conuly]

No scratch and sniff stickers?

[peoriapeoriawhereart]

With the power of prose we assuredly can have the finest lipgloss smells.

[archangelbeth]

I will HELP you step on them. With cleats.

[conuly]

Sparkly cleats?

[archangelbeth]

Glue, glitter, and cleats. You betcha. And throw glitter over the remains to add insult to injury.

[conuly]

It's a date! I will be there with literal bells on.

[archangelbeth]

Sounds good! You find that butterfly-stomper, and I'll hop in the car.

[conuly]

We'll stomp 'em so hard their granddad will feel it. Hah, they're probably their own grandpa.

[archangelbeth]

PROBABLY! Ha.