Adjusting Plans

I was in the office for my monthly visit and was talking with one of my colleagues: his family had planned a snowbird-type trip down to Phoenix with his in-laws, but given, you know, everything, they're cancelling it and trying to recoup as much as they can.

The political instability, the 51st-state horseshit, the recent publicized plane crashes, all of it is just starting to coalesce into something. I travelled south twice last August, two roadtrips through the midwest. I won't be doing that anytime soon. Not for at least the next four years, and who knows after that.

Because that's part of it, isn't it? The idea that America was perfectly happy and capable of electing this party, this leader - twice - is a sign of a real sickness. There can't be stability if, at any point, someone awful could come busting in the door, looking to see what he can take.

We're looking at a potential trip elsewhere in Canada later in the summer. Maybe go west to visit my parents, if they don't come out here like they said they might. Everything's kind of up in the air. I hate this instability, this era of vain and truculent shitheads. I never wanted to live in interesting times.