But that's only online and on t.v.
In real life is just isn't so. These two ersatz realities do not match the reality in which we live and breath. And that's why it's good to get out and see it for what it really is.
For example, Just this instant the sounds outdoors escalated from zero to eleven. Westword (a local newspaper with office two blocks away) is hosting their music showcase. It takes the whole immediate neighborhood. (But not around them) The largest stage is the parking lot below my balcony. It's a bit annoying and a lot of fun. Half the alley is blocked by a large Coors truck, so that limits egress to the south exit from our garage. For three days, we must turn left to get out. Then when we do, a gigantic trash bin, the kind that appears at demolitions, two of them, are positioned right there on the street blocking view of oncoming traffic. It's an accident in waiting. Today the whole place will be crawling with music lovers. Young people slow walking all over the place for blocks around. Parking a major intensity. Right now they're testing amps. The little tents that you see are set up selling things nobody usually wants. Except for beer.
The ink that I bought to make beer labels is 100% dry. Nothing came out of both containers, black and colors. I need the labels tomorrow so that meant driving to Staples or Office Max to buy them again locally. And that put me right next to a Safeway grocery store in my old neighborhood where I used to go all the time. They've remodeled entirely. The whole place looks more splendid. Fruits and vegetables pouring out of the place. After marveling at the improvements I noticed they don't have shitaki mushrooms. What a bummer! I spoke to the workers there more than you usually do. I engaged each person conversationally as they assisted one way or another and to a person each one extended their usual service. Each person responded positively to simply being treated as a person and not so much as an employee. I wish you could see the very broad and genuine smiles on their faces when I told them they are helpful, that they make a good team, and so on. They are nothing at all like the people read about online and seen in videos online. These people, mostly young people but not entirely, are too busy to notice the things we concentrate on. For them politics exists as a ghost. They would have no idea what we are talking about and reading about.
I've encountered a dozen to twenty articles about the Time magazine cover. A magazine that hardly even exists. They're purposefully provocative or else they'd have no existence at all. I haven't read a single one. I avoided all articles about Democrats clamoring. I avoided all articles about Never Trumpers clamoring for attention. I know what they said and wrote by the headlines and my bag of fucks to give is empty. Nil set. So headline after headline after headline, skip, skip, skip. No reading for me. All my bookmarks are worthless presently.
Meanwhile my president is sailing. And media is going insane. Celebrities are coming unglued. Activists are energized over nothing, over their losing, over their desperation, they're creating insanity out of thin air and we already know they don't give a shit about their issues because they were quiet about the same things previously. They're looking for issues, scrounging for issues, demanding attention. So I don't give it to them. No energy for you!
Here, have a thing wot I dun. This did take a bit of energy. But only because I used to really like Time magazine. They taught me to read. I relied on them for information. Then as they sank they taught me to read through them. They taught me to read them as a bunch of bumbling fumbling flailing idiots. They couldn't propagandize their way out of a paper bag. There are dozens of these parodies. Here's a couple. Here's mine.