60 Years Are Too Many: Mom's Dr. Appt

     3 Sept 2026

    Gloria Steinem died. 

    I still am not getting my "Title One Incentive" pay or my  stipend, so my checks are not just short because my insurance is more than my COL raise, but short because I'm not being paid what I'm supposed to be getting paid.

    Just filling you in so you don't think I've turned the corner and am now Dolly Pardon level positive.

    My Mom's Appointment Story:

    I arrived at 10.35. She wanted me there by 10.45 for an 11 am check in, the appointment was for 11.20.

    She knew I was there to take her to the Doc. She said she was "worse than usual" and couldn't remember anything and felt dizzy.

    Five minutes later, she said she didn't know why we were going to the Dr. I said "I'm not sure, either, I think it's a follow up to your Psych and memory appointments." 

    She pulled out a yellow sticky note from her purse that said MEMORY.

    She laughed.

    She then pulled out two more notes on St. Jude Stationary with lists of words: "pancreas", "prednesone", "back pain", and "weight loss".

    I found a receipt for Great Cuts on her counter. "Mom, you have a grandchild who is a hairdresser, they've offered to cut your hair repeatedly."

    "What?"

    "Why'd you pay for a haircut, Noa will do it. They're a hairdresser."

    "Who?"

    "Genoa. You have a grandchild who is a hairdresser."

    "I do?"

     Ok.

    As we waited in the lobby, mom shared with me that she had "researched" her symptoms and concluded she has some random wasting disease. I said "Please do not tell the doctor you self diagnosed on the internet." 

     When we were escorted to the room, the nurse asked why she was there. She pulled out the blue St. Jude's notes and started reading. I interrupted "Mom, I think this is your memory follow up". The nurse smiled and listened to her list, everything but "pancreas". Mom then dropped the wasting disease diagnoses and I just slapped my hand to my head. The nurse smiled and took her blood pressure.

    I was recording for my sister so we have the info, but I don't know how to use voice recordings on my phone, I just use video. This is a problem in a doctor's office, so the kind nurse helped the geriatric child of the geriatric patient by downloading voice memos onto my phone.

    When the doctor arrived, she asked how mom was doing. Mom began to read her St. Jude notes. The young doctor -who is clearly a very kind human and who is used to answering the same questions ad nauseum from mom, let her finish before saying "We're here for your memory follow up." Mom looked at her, then back at her notes.  She read "Weight loss" and the Doc laughed. "We talk about this every time you're here. You've gained three pounds since your last visit. You're losing weight because you are forgetting to eat."

    The next one was her back pain, which the Doc pointed out was an issue three weeks ago and was likely a pulled muscle, as mom still works in her garden. Mom asked about renewing the prescription for prednesone and was shut down.  Nope. They don't do that with that med. "Would you like to schedule a physical therapy appointment? Would you like them to come to the house?"

    "Yes."

   "Great, we're here for your memory follow up."

    Mom looked at her notes. The Doc prompted her to look up. "Do you understand?" 

    Silence.

    "Mom, you're here for your memory appointment. You gained weight because you're remembering to eat. The back pain is from the gardening." She looked up and nodded.

    This is where the bomb got dropped and mom wouldn't look up from her notes unless I forced her to.

    She now has a working Alzheimers diagnoses. 

    For a woman who has been complaining that she cannot remember anything, she was improbably shocked.

    I sat there listening to the litany of tests they've run, trying to figure out how she has Kaiser at the age of 81---shouldn't it be Medicare? Is Kaiser part of Medicare? CT scans, MRI's, psych appoinment, upcoming referral to neurology, a cacophany of follow ups and other appointments for her additional physical ailments--I tuned out to wonder about insurance.

    She can still drive as long as one of us is with her and it's a known location.  She needs to remember to eat. She needs to go outside more than just gardening and try to walk, she's unsteady but she needs to do it. She loves word searches which is a great thing for her brain. Nothing, really, is changing. A care team will reach out to us to talk about strategies and she has to see the neurologist to make sure Parkinsons isn't riding shotgun with Alzheimers.

    Nothing, really, is changing. 

    Except what the diagnoses is doing to her mental health.

    She was really committed to the Cachexia self diagnoses.

    My mom is a control freak. I will pause while you loudly roll your eyes because kryssi is a control freak and there are no surprises here.

    So when mom decides she has A Thing, she has A Thing and nobody's changing her mind.

    She asked again about prednasone.

    She again said her back hurts.

    She again brought up the weight loss. She was hyper focused on her St. Jude notes.

    The Doc asked again if there were any questions. Mom was buried in her notes, where she had written "pancreas". She was convinced her back pain was her pancreas, but of all the words on her blue note, this was the only one she did not say outloud.

    Mom didn't take physiology, and I'm not saying jack about jack, because she'll forget, anyway.

    So I decided the Doc needed a good parting shot and said "Mom, you wanted to know where your pancreas is." The Doc looked at me and I explained that my grandmother died of pancreatic cancer at 63. So that's where mom's head is.

    She explained where the pancreas is located, and walked mom through what the symptoms would be. 

    Since your pancreas is on the front of your body, there would be no back pain.

    The Doc left and the nurse re- entered to give mom a flu shot and set a three month check in appointment.

     All done, we went to the Wendy's drivethrough to get her a vanilla frosty and burger. I struggled with the robot voice enough that a human finally took over. Mom didn't want a combo and the robot wouldn't let us out of it. The human understood. Once back at her house, she sat with her head in her hands. "I can't hear and I can't see and I can't think I can't live!"

    I'm no good at bedside stuff, especially right now. I congratulated her on remembering where to return her handicap placard when we got in the house, and she said "Whoooopeeee!" and I shrugged. I thought it was funny, and that's all I have.

    Because this sucks. She didn't have to go through this with her parents. Grandma died at 63 and I am unsure if grandpa made it to 70. Neither really had memory issues---they were both raging alcoholics so even if there were any, it's unlikely anyone noticed, as they frequently spewed word salad. So there is nothing on which to anchor her experience, either for good or bad.

    This sucks.

    Nobody wants to lose their mind.

    So I listened to her, and answered a few repeat questions while she slowly spooned her frosty. She asked me five times why I didn't buy myself a burger. There is no way I'm telling my mom the real reason --- I fear poison meat---so I told her I stopped eating fast food.

     I told her five times.

     She seemed to relax a bit and at least stopped looking shell shocked. So I asked about her friends, and church. She asked about the kids and Jim--who she now remembered, so the frosty must be magical medicine--and then decided she was tired and needed a nap.

     Which is where I left her. Feeling a bit more positive and ready for a nap.

     Until she wakes up and remembers the diagnoses...

     This Sucks.

60 Years Are So Many: Week Two

     30 August 2026

    Nothing is easier.

    Everything is more difficult on every front, and many times cruelty leads.

    I can't be here any more. I hate it here.

    The Cruel King makes everything worse. For everybody. Not just Americans. The world is worse off because of him, and his sycophants support and celebreate. Murdering and incarcerating homeless veterans and American citizens. Deporting human beings to Africa who are not from Africa. Murdering our beautiful wild horses.

       I've sobbed uncontrollably three times this week. 

       Three times.

       NOT including Dolly and Tim's death sobs, those are counted separately and are double digits.

       If I stop checking the news, I won't get any better. It's in the air. Everyone is angry and exhausted and just waiting for this horror to end one way or another. 

       300 teachers in my district did not get their COL raise at all.  Our insurance rates went up, no clerical issue there, but not the raise. That's a clerical error we have to wait to be fixed. While our bills pile up.

        For ten years, I've felt like John Coffey, but this year has been The Worst. I literally weep constantly, for the same reasons he did. He saw the cruelty of humans and it broke him. His eyes just leaked 24/7. I feel you, John Coffey. God speed, I know you were grateful to be free of this pain, even if you were innocent. 

         Everybody's vying for some kind of control in their own life. For one of our counselors, this translates to controlling scheduling, even if it makes no sense and is not what either the students, parents or teachers want or need. They're literally just making it harder for us to do our job, and upsetting the student and frustrating parents. That's it. Well done. Take a bow.

        Our little independently owned local gym up here on Green Mountain closed because his landlord wouldn't let him sign a new lease. The landlord is putting the whole strip out on the street so he can sell it to a developer and make more money. 

        We have classes across the board---gratefully it's not just me----that have single digit enrollment. One class has one kid.

        When your building only has 650 kids in it, you can't offer IB and Honors and ROTC and Engineering and Performing Arts and art and multi media. Facts.

        The lunar eclipse after the glacier disaster in Nepal was also A Lot. The eclipse was supposed to be an electric switch on old tired ideas and lies. 

        Huh.

        Nepal got shattered by a piece of glacier that melted and collapsed...because climate change isn't real so we've ignored it, and now it's not just happening but will happen again.

        I can't think straight, I thought writing would sort it. Nope.

        I dropped my phone last night---my old phone that I should get replaced but I'm poor---and it finally cracked.

        The eclipse was cutting power to things we won't do ourselves. I followed spiritual instruction,drank water went to bed at 7.30 and was out. I was not supposed to doom scroll, so I laid there listening to my head spin and finally conked out until 5 am. 

        The day of the Nepal flood I was dizzy all day. Was that Wednesday? Literally, I couldn't stand up straight. Gratefully, I know it's not "me", but unfortunately, I never know if it's my family or the world. This time it was the world. Whoo hooo.

        BTSN was Thursday. I actually had a few parents, which was nice. The AC was still not on and I had two MI kids go down. One threw up, one had a seizure.

        Then Friday morning, after many emails regarding the AC in the room, the building manager told me there IS no AC in that room. Those are heat registers. There is no AC.

        There is NO AC?
        But they put MI/S kids in that room who have heat induced seizures...because nobody knew there was no AC?

        So I did not react well---please see Nepal flood, dizzy spells, Tim and Dolly and counseling issues---and turned immediately on the AP and Dept Chair demanding that they move my class to a room with AC. Which they did. Because I'm right, not because I'm unhinged. 

        So now I have two classrooms, because there is no way I'm moving everything to a conference room on the third floor. I'll just use it for my Peer to Peer kids until the heat breaks  then we'll move back down.

        The Good News is that we're now GREEN, which nobody outside of education really gets or cares about. The story of WHY we were orange in the first place is one of serious villany on the part of the district. RED is DANGER you should probably close, but my last school in a different district had been red for years, nothing changed, they didn't get better despite the Evil Empire who took over, but also did not close.

     It goes: red -danger, you suck, we're probably going to close your building, orange-still danger, fix it or we'll turn you into a charter, yellow-less danger but move it along and GREEN YOU'RE CLEAN. We went from orange to green, completely skipping yellow IN YOUR FACE DISTRICT, so the principal bought green gummies and bandanas and candies and crepe paper to celebrate on Thursday---and then said "But it's not official until Monday so don't tell anyone."

    Sometimes...I just...SIGH...whatever. 

    While that's good news, it's not going to change our enrollment immediately, and nobody's addressing the small elective class sizes. Not my problem.

     I've been dizzy all day again, like on Wednesday. Maybe I'm just getting sick. That'd track, we all get sick the first weeks back. I'm taking off Thursday to take mom to her Dr. Appt. Which is a Whole Other Thing. Kaiser has an uber service for their patients, but it's limited rides, and my mom's number of appointments exceeds her alotted rides. So...what do people do who don't have children to schlep them around? And how come we have to take our own sick days to do so? Shouldn't there be a "Gotta take my mom/dad to the dr." sub days in addition to the ones we need when we ourselves are sick? And damn, if you have kids at home, you also have to take sick days for them, not yourself, and everything sucks all of the time and I hate it here.

    I tried.

    Honestly. What a fucking week. First week with kids: scheduling issues, new elements forced on us and three planning periods a week now booked with data tracking and filling in boxes to prove we're teaching what you see with your eyeballs when you enter. Then a glacier wipes out human beings and structures. Then Dolly AND Tim die on the same day, even though he died so late it wasn't reported until the next day. Then a meeting that is supposed to be a celebration but ends with "Now we have to stay green so work harder" with no time to process the fact that Tim and Dolly DIED and a GLACIER melted and crashed into both Nepal and Tibet. And a lunar eclipse. Did I mention a counselor is being difficult as well, upsetting kids and parents and teachers, Oh My.

     I'm doing so well that I laid in bed Thursday after Back to School Night and thought about being trapped in a glacier mud slide. How comforting it would be to just get knocked over and take in two big lungfulls of mud. The first my body would reject, because our stupid consciousness thinks we need to fight to live, but it would be like drowning. Just relax and let it happen. Suffocate and then peace.

     Nobody cares.

    If they did, funding would exist to make sure countries are prepared for these inevitable events, the effects of global warming. Climate change. Dirty words, like universal healthcare. The damn glacier has been melting,someone had to know this could happen. Yet...here we are, with a thousand people dead -so far. OH, ya, and China is censoring the news, so people have no idea what happened and are missing family members. Because that's how authoritarian regimes work.

    That's how ours will work. They're going to rig the midterms---they rigged the elections---and if that doesn't work they'll yell FAKE and CHEATERS and disregard or interefere with all registered democrat ballots. You know this---All Is Lost.

    We missed our chance to storm the castle, so now we have to just live as serfs and die quietly.

     Sorry to bum you out, but you can't just bury your head in the sand and wait for your fucking prom any longer. You've made your choice. Enjoy our pain, poison food, no rights, illegal wars, death from curable diseases. You Win. You "own the libs". 

     Congratulations. To the winner go the spoils.

     Have fun.

     When it's your turn to suffer, I hope you hear me say "I told you so."

    Nope, not feeling kind at all.

    Scene.

    

(FB) 60 Years Are Too Many: First Week Back

     21 August 2026

        There is no way I'm living through this and still remaining employed in May if I don't force the practice of writing every Friday.

        I'd write daily if I could.

        But the AC is not on yet in the building--because why would it be?--and it's 80 degrees in my second floor classroom with three fans, ceiling fans and closed blinds. The window bank is west facing. Even if the AC was on, my registers are disconnected and haven't been reconnected.

        There's a reason, hold on.

        I have MI/S students in Peer to Peer theatre. These are "Multiple Impact Severe Needs"--- defined as SSN in other districts---kids with multiple obstacles; CP, premature, autism spectrum, speech delays/difficulty, and seizures.Two of them have heat induced seizures, which became ubiquitous in January when the heat registers came on and the kids responded by seizing.

        So. I asked the building manager to dismantle the registers to avoid the trauma these seizures cause during theatre class. Which they did.

        The registers  were never reconnected, and now it's 80 degrees with no air conditioning in my room, and I'll have these kids on Monday.

        Maybe they'll fix it. Maybe the AC will come on.

        Maybe monkeys will fly out my butt.

        This week in review:

        I went back Monday. "Teacher directed work day" means well damn, now I have to deal with all the crap I relocated from the theatre and loaded into 233 last May. Because the theatre is closed for renovation. I will pause while you sing a phrase from Little Shop Of Horrors "Closed For Renovation".

        That was fun, wasn't it? I'm happy we shared that moment.

         This is largely a lesson in "Do something today that future you will appreciate."

        Fuck Past kryssi.

        It's not as much schlepping as it is realizing I have to teach Stagecraft without a stage, and finding cardboard, and buying hot glue guns and planning to build models and morgues and keep the kids active and tactile in a classroom while forcing them to learn design. 

        Tuesday was my district directed day. So I spent 8 am-4 pm with the other theatre teachers. Not all of them, some of them are too good for the meetings -no names mentioned- but the core that show up regularly are good people who I enjoy. Also against all odds, the old dog learned a few new tricks. All theatre is derivative, but still, I learned derivations. 

        I approach these mandatory meetings with the same grit with which I face my mammograms;necessary, frequently painful, occasionally the tech thinks I'm funny, and sometimes I say I attended but I did not.

           Oh ya, I need to schedule that. I missed it this summer. Anyway....

        Since we only have three Forced District Meetings this year, and since we as a building are Fighting The Man -"The Man" being the district--I figured I'd go. Represent! We can't all win awards, some of us just keep doing our jobs.

        First of all, it was at Montbello High School. Which is a DPS school located in Aurora. The mailing address is Denver but...it's not. It's Aurora. So...that was a fun drive, full of trauma and PTSD. Yet it is a gorgeous building that is not even remotely wheelchair accessible. I am not in a wheelchair, I just take note of such things, and you see those two statements as unrelated, and you are wrong. This is my brain and my blog. Try to keep up.

         It was a long day, but to be fair, I enjoyed my time. Even though nobody really talks to me, because even for a theatre teacher I'm awkward and weird 'cause I'm an introvert who looks like she will bite you. Very Wolverine. Which tracks. And now you hear C. Thomas Howell yelling "WOLVERINES", which means we're friends. Love you.

        Wednesday the real hell began: meetings. I have to give my principal her propers, she has slides like I do---just words, very little to look at, maybe a GIF or two and NO AI-- and strips it down to Whatcha Need To Know. She holds the line and I love it. I do not always agree with what the line is, but damn she does everything for the kids and the good of the building at the forefront. Dude. I've never had a principal like this. It's wild.

        Then yesterday and today, more meetings with departments and the realization that she's leaving the dirty work to the department chairs. I was feeling vaguely hopeful after Wedesday, Thursday pushed it a bit and today was utter hell.

        I'm Done With Platforms. I'm Done Being Evaluated. I'm DONE submitting slides and lesson plans and assement dates  on three different platforms to prove that I mounted the shows you saw with your eyeballs.`        

        24 Years. 40 plus shows.

        All performing arts teachers feel me.

        Dude...Did you see a show? Did you watch a concert?

        Do you think the kids did that on their own?

        Stop making me create a paper trail so you can prove I did the thing You Saw With Your Own Eyeballs.

        I literally ran out of spoons today. I completely melted in our department meeting. I said outloud. "I'm not doing this; fire me" and I meant it.

        We'll see if I do it or if they fire me. Hours of my time on a computer that I hate frustratingly trying to get technology to work for me **** CALL LADONNA LENZ SHE WILL BACK ME UP**** When she was tech at Littleton, even she couldn't figure out why nothing worked for me the way it worked for others. We even had to have a district guy come in to make the professional declaration ; "I've never seen anything like this. IT hates you."There is something IN me that fucks with technology. My brain hears bees and the platforms do not work.

        Facts.

        This is year 24 and I'm calling it. Nothing you're making me do impacts my effectiveness in the classroom, but it does impact my mental health. I am not a better teacher because I linked my daily slides and data on two different platforms,reposted the calendar you posted in the slide show into my "Learning Log", reposted my assessment dates from my syllabus into said LL...I dunno what else, my brain melted.

        Out. Of. Spoons.

        So no. Not doing it.

        I happen to know of a Really Crappy theatre teacher in another district, who does this shit and gets good marks, but produces nothing. 

        Which one of us is an effective teacher?

                                                      cell phones

          The state of Colorado passed legislation banning cell phones at school.

          I have many opinions. The primary of which is TOO LITTLE TOO LATE. Which seems silly as it's a statewide ban in all public schools-how is that too little?--but still. It's my blog.

         While I have always been a screaming bitch about cell phones on stage,this is not new. However, what IS new is our team---consisting of choir, band, theatre and art--must have the same solution. I can't do bags and art does a box and band does pockets. We have to all align. Not the whole building, just us. Because...why?

          If I'm on stage the chant is "Come in, go potty (yes, I say "potty" it's funny they're in high school), phone in your backpack, backpack in the house, bodies on stage."

          But now I'm in a classroom, so I have a box.

          I also don't have a backstage bathroom so it's "Get in, shove the phone in the box and siddown."

         It's a cell phone storage box the building purchased for all of us. That I have to put together. 

        Assembly required.

        As the principal said "Bob the Builder".

        On Friday. This meeting and box reveal was on Friday. Today.  After a week of putting a classroom together, district meetings; after struggling with platforms, heat, no AC, arthritis, failing eyesight and no interest in building a fucking cell phone box.

        I built it wrong, cried, put it back in the package and returned to the platforms.

         Which made me scream.

        So that's how it's going.

        How're  you?

        All in all, in conclusion, to sum up: it's fine, I'm fine, stop looking at me.

        I'm fine.

        Scene.         

        

     

60 Years Are Too Many: What If The Whole Point Is Destruction?

 14 August 2026

        We've all considered it. Some more seriously than others.

        But...let's say that's it. That's the point. To Burn It All Down.

        Now what?

        I'm writing this down for the first time, so it's going to be messy.

        I am also writing this on my grandson's birthday--he is eight and being raised by lovely adoptive parents.This week is always difficult.

        So in the name of avoidance, I've started wondering What's Next? 

        Literally. We're clearly destroying everything. What happens once it's destroyed?

        I do not wonder "why". It's not Biblical. They--sorry I have to separate for this particular group- like to wave that flag for their christian nationalist (deliberately lower case to demonstrate disrespect)zombies. Zombies who believe everything they are fed because they have no brain power of their own outside of the biological abilities to breathe and pump blood.

        We are the Why. Humans have been given every opportunity to prove they can care for one another and this earth and failed every time.

        When I say "we", I do not include myself. Or y'all. Or my children, or anyone who helps others. I mean the general swath of humans currently living through this. So while I'm not accusing you of being 'we', I have to use 'we' as All Humans. 

        Told you this would be messy. Love you, mean it, thanks for reading.

        I say "we" because "us" and "them" is destructive. We are human. All of us.

        "We" voted twice for a monster. Whether it was rigged, or fake, or whatever: nobody stopped it. Nobody with a smidgeon of power and the ability to say "Do Not Let This Guy Be President" stepped up. The Dems threw Kamala under the bus by yanking Biden late in the game---she didn't even have her party's endorsement! They literally gave up at the two yard line and handed Trump the ball.

        That makes them just as guilty as any republican in office, republican voter or those who chose not to vote at all.    

        That is a "how", not a "why". To be clear.

        So here were are, on the Eve Of Destruction. Remember that song? I do. Before I was a punk, I was a hippie. 

        "The eastern world, it is exploding. Violence flaring, bullets loadin. You're old enough to kill, but not for votin'. You don't believe in war, but what's that gun you're totin'?...I can do this by heart. I don't even have to look it up... here's what I'm singing;

        My blood's so mad, feels like couagulatin',I'm sittin' here just, contemplatin',I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation, handful of senators don't pass legislation/and marches alone don't bring integration/when human respect is disentegratin', this whole crazy world is JUST TOO FRUSTRATIN'...later there is the great line YOU CAN BURY YOUR DEAD, BUT DON'T LEAVE A TRACE HATE YOUR NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR, BUT DON'T FORGET TO SAY GRACE.

         And there it is. 

         The central excuse they are using for the war, immigration, cuts to medicaid/ education/ disability: Hate.

        We are not here at this moment because of the Bible ("why"). We are here because humans suck.

        They are wrapping it up in a fictional Rapture that they claim to have the power to call forth.         

        First--it's not real. I've spent my life with the Bible, and the whole Rapture/Apocalypse scenario is untrue. Revelation predicts four horsemen of the apocolypse, but it's vague on actual apocolypse details.

        Unless you fell for the movie Left Behind which you were forced to watch at an age when you had no business watching such horror.

        I believe that Revelation tells of the fall of corruption in God's earthly "home". Specifically Israel. It has to happen for a new world to emerge.

        Some believe it's the fall of the entire middle east. I remember first learning about the true meaning, and being deceived about what Israel actually is in my lifetime.I couldn't make it make sense with the genocide. If they're God's chosen, why are they acting like that? Why are Jews abused in every single country, and Israel is murdering everyone in Gaza?

         Meaning I initially didn't believe Israel was the topic of discussion in Revelation. Because in my church, Israel was holy. The promised land. Yada Yada CHOSEN. 

        But in reality, they are bullies. They are guilty of genocide.

        That's a hard shift, friends. Not everyone can do it.

        I did.

        I'm not smarter than anyone else. I just possess the ability to do my own research and ask hard questions and come to my own conclusions.

        So when an appointed DOJ mouthpiece starts screaming and beating his chest, insisting that "we" must join Isreal and go to war with Iran  to "bring about the apocalypse"...I have questions.

        Nowhere in Revelation does it say "And a failed TV host shall lead the battle".

        It's all about the middle east. The eastern world. Not the west. Nothing to do with us. 

        The Biblical narrative is 100% a them problem that our government is making an us problem.  

        Fueled by hatred of fellow humans--most of whom are the weakest of us and need assistance--the mouthpiece has reached what can only be described as a zealot level of insanity. He is apoplectic over the recent revelation that our government has failed to simply feed our naval troops in the middle east. He and the bag of shit holding his leash are yelling "LIES" at the top of their lungs, but they're accusing American Service Members and their families of lying. These are people who fear saying anything, ever about their mental health out of fear of losing their career.

        Ipso Facto; They are not lying.

        This is bad if sailors with several deployments and over a decade of service are willing to admit mental fatigue.

        Unsure how we're participating in the Bring It ON portion of the Biblical apocalypse when we're out of physical weapons and cannot feed the physical crewmen on board the aircraft carrier, but I've digressed.

        This is not our war. Most presidents --OK, so like one president in my lifetime, two if you count Carter---have been smart enough to say No Thank You Friend to Israel's invite to End The World. Obama ended a war he didn't start. Just sayin'. WMD didn't exist. My research on this is dated and may not be relvent, but I think you get my point; Not Our War.

        I'm Gen X, I am tired of living through "once in a lifetime" events. Fuck this shit.

        Just knock it off. 

        I have no issue with my taxes paying for inclusive public education opportunities for MI/S or SSN students. I have no issue with my taxes going to hire bi-lingual teachers to support immigrant populations. I'd be willing to volunteer my time at a Saturday school arrangement to help their parents adjust, understand xcel and xfinity, how to Not Get Ripped Off, where to submit documents, etc. 

        I have an issue with my taxes going to "the military" who blew through their weapons 'cause the warnotwar was unplanned and they cannot manage to feed sailors or make sure they have clean water, working toilets and soap. 

        We are all exhausted. He threw so much shit at the wall all at once and nobody was prepared. I'm grateful for every lawyer and judge who has stepped up, stepped in and stopped--or at least impeded--- the flow of shit cascading from this administration.

        Our administration has graduated from pedo cowards to war criminals. Neat.

        He isn't even running the country, he's completely without cognizance. I have not a shred of empathy or kindness for him or his ilk. I was done when he mocked a physically disabled journalist. That alone will have him burning in hell. I didn't need the 34 felonies or sudden interest in Epstein or the "accidental" death of his first wife. One was enough. One moment that proved he was not human, and I was out.

        The fact that thousands of others stuck around to support him feeds the original thesis-which to be fair you may have forgotten-that destruction was the whole point.

        They know who he is, and got on board. They hate anyone who looks or sounds or worships or loves differently than they do. And that kind of hate spells The End Of Humanity.

        Now, who sent him? If the point was destruction--our destruction, not Israel--what are the chances God sent him?

        God gave us the ability to think for ourselves and make our own choices.

        I posit he is none too proud of that, and will leave that off the table next time around.

        God did not send him. Satan did not send him.

        Men built him. Propped up a narcissist, born of a narcissist. Took money instead of telling on him or feared reprecussions for tattling. Men.

        They built this monster, hurled him at us and hoped they would be protected.

        It's that simple.

        The spiritual war here is not Revelation.

        He may or may not be "The" Anti Christ. People thought it was Hitler. Stalin. My argument is that there is not one Anti Christ; they are legion.

        It is not just the destruction of Israel, or the middle east.

        It is the destruction of greed, the dismantling of power.

        And it will come from inside his own administration.

        It will be ugly, and people will die.

        And then we'll start over.

        We'll return to community, to caring for one another. To respecting nature and the cultures and opinions and religions and sexual orientation of others. Because community is everyone. Every. One. Every Single Person has something to contribute and Every Single Person needs support.

        We will have to claw our way back. We will have to forgive those who caused this. We will have to show empathy to those who showed us none.    

        Yes, you will. Stop shaking your head. That's part of the problem. Don't be part of the problem, be part of the solution. I don't want to have to deal with anyone who supported this insanity, either, but love is used for good, not evil.

        Power is evil.

        We go with love.

        So, all in all, in conclusion, to sum  up: This is not a Biblical apocalypse, this is a Human Apocalypse caused by our own greed and power. The only thing God has to do with this is his mistake of giving us free will and dictating a vague Bible to be translated over centuries and languages and endlessly interpreted. Which he did on purpose to see if we'd overcome--which is the whole point of this destruction; learning a lesson.

        The end is the same: peace. Serenity. "Heaven on Earth", God's return to earth, Buddah, the spaghetti monster---whoever. They'll come back to congratulate us on figuring it out, shake our hands in celebration and help us plant flowers.

        That is my hope.

        Scene.