Thursday, August 27, 2020

S.A.D.D.

Three straight days of fog and I’m already feeling a touch of Seasonal Affective Disorder. 

I’m not exactly sad, but I am craving a bit of sunlight.

 

Then there’s a different kind of fog happening at a certain unnamed convention, everything obscured in lies and rhetoric and hate speech. I am feeling deeply sad about that, a victim of a new disorder that I hope we cure in November:

 

Shameless

Anti-Americans

Destroying

Democracy. 

 

If you catch my meaning.

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