To me, in the world of blogging, there's nothing more uninteresting than a post explaining why the writer hasn't posted in a while. The point of a blog is to write something interesting, right? And nothing is more boring than how I spent the last 2 months battling a relapse of Babesiosis. To make a long story short: I basically stopped functioning, even through the holidays. I couldn't get out of bed for days. Leading up to that, I slowly stopped doing my chores, cooking and the dog walks were hell for me. The only time I felt OK was when my body was horizontal. That's Babesiosis for you: low blood pressure, high heart rate, difficulty staying vertical, weak muscles and difficulty breathing that is not asthma or allergy related. So going back on all the meds and herbs for Babesia, I made my way back to 50% functioning. The first half of my day is relatively OK but by 3:00 I have full blown headache and need to lay down the rest of the day. On one hand, I think it's been lucky for me that the weather has been so bad, pouring down rain for days and weeks at a time, that the dogs don't want to walk in it. So I had a lot of passes on our daily walks during that time. On the other hand, California is in a state of emergency due to major roads and highways that are closed due to mudslides and road collapses. Like this little doo-hicky of a road within a mile from my house:
This is no drunk driver. This happened at night, on dark country road with no street lights. Poor driver didn't see the road collapsed. The driver is fine, thankfully.
And now, the President of the United States is withholding federal emergency funding for CA because of its sanctuary cities for immigrants. Seriously. A child having a temper-tantrum and using emergency funds as a "weapon" against California (his words on the news, not mine). I know this isn't a political blog, and frankly, the beauty of American politics has been that no matter who is in the White House and what your personal politics are, people can pretty much go about their day without reading about politics or worrying about war or policies. Instead, many of us are finding ourselves waking up each day with anxiety over what the next clusterf*ck this administration will pick next. Between the blatant lies that come out of the administration, breaking ties with our allies, and losing our civil rights little by little, I'm frankly terrified for our country. It consumes and paralyzes me--because I'm still sick and feel quite helpless. It's not just laws affecting our freedom of speech and rights but now laws that regulate the effect of toxins on our environment (from coal and oil) are being repealed, dismantling the EPA and turning back protection on wild life and animals. (Not to mention deregulating banks giving them free will to bring the economy back to the collapse we had in 2008.) The earth and the rare animal species cannot speak for themselves. I don't get it. If you wouldn't stand in a room alone with a gas-powered car running with the door shut, why in the hell wouldn't you want clean energy and better solutions to fossil fuels? You know fossil fuels pollute the air. Are people so lazy and so greedy that they care so little for their generations that come after them? Eighty, ninety, even one hundred years is not a long time to live on this earth. Of those eighty years, roughly 60 of them are working in a career. It's unfathomable that people will choose 60 years of being a multi-millionaire or billionaire made from polluting the environment than doing something that contributes to the health of their own generations that follow. News flash: you are going to die. You cannot take your billions with you. And you won't be remembered kindly by those you left behind with fewer natural resources and sicker populations. One thing studying nature has taught me: nature always wins. Nature doesn't need humans. Humans need nature. Nature had no trouble taking out the dinosaurs who lived for millions of years, it will have no issues taking out humans who have no respect for consequences.
I bitched and moaned about coming back to California after living in Europe in a country setting with different values. I wanted to move out of the Bay area because I wanted a slower, quieter life than the Bay area provides. But now more than ever, I am so proud to live in this state, standing up to the administration for our civil rights, women's rights and our environment. I am angry. I don't apologize for politicizing my blog, because I am terrified that we have a psychopathic child with no moral compass leading our country. And that's not just my opinion. Many psychiatrists and psychologists have broken their trade standard of not diagnosing a person without interviewing him/her multiple times. But apparently there is so much material on our president that it's not hard to slap a psychiatric diagnosis or two on him.
I promise not to politicize this blog much. But I will leave you with this: if this country wants a Russian in the White House so badly, how about this one?
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