I check out Slate for the latest on the ongoing disasters (that right there sums up my expectation of what venturing from my emotional nest entails). I am offered this article:
A Majority of Republicans Say Trump is Better President Than Lincoln
My immediate mental defense is: Seriously, folks think the President who held our republic together is less impressive that the one who is actively working to render it asunder? And I decide I cannot read that. To what end? I decide to read it. This blog will continue after I have done that.resumption of my stream of consciousness.......
Blessedly the article was brief. My head did not explode. This was from a poll that merely asked which president was better (given a "this one, or that one, option"). 53% of responding Republicans hold this opinion. No deeper insight into the underlying reasoning was sought (apparently) or offered in the article.
That went OK. But I would not be honest if I did add that I still think that the 53% of whatever slice of the citizenry was polled is soft-headed, trolling, or actually in favor of continued dismantling of our republic. Perhaps the underlying reasoning would be enlightening if not challenging to my views.
My next task, should I accept it (think Mission Impossible), will be to delve into an account where this view is explored in greater depth. In the TV show, only the tape player self-destructed. I would be sad to lose my computer, but perhaps that is better than me self-destructing.
Note: I have highlighted the times I was tempted to use snark quotation marks, but did not. I want some cosmic credit for that.
Love to you my readers, as we embark on the annual American way of celebrating Christmas. I will be mostly doing puzzles alone in my cave (nest). But this is my annual screen saver, which I very much enjoy.
