My Mood

A little bleak for a Friday.

Yes. This picture is a little bleak. For a Friday.

It’s 90 degrees outside. An NOPD officer was shot and killed early this morning. We actually like our cops. Now I have to tell the beat cops who pass by our neighborhood that I’m sorry for their loss. I don’t want to tell them that. I don’t want them to have a loss.

I’m worn out by that moron in The White House who is intent on hurting as many people as he can. Oh, ending subsidies for those who can’t afford to pay for the most basic of needs — health insurance — is just a way to get Democrats to the bargaining table. I see. I get it. Let’s kill off about 7 million people if the Democrats won’t bargain.

I’m worn out by nature. Fires. Earthquakes. Hurricanes. Floods. Maybe some pestilence in Puerto Rico because they don’t have clean drinking water yet.

I’m worn out by never-ending and forgotten wars. The United States isn’t going to win anything in the graveyard of empires. By polarized politics. We aren’t going to get anything done — which may be for the best — with our leaders screaming at each other. I’m worn out by social media. You can’t post anything without it being attacked politically. Post a flower and some guy will scream it’s a “libtard” flower. Huh? It’s a flower. Did your mother have any children that lived?

So my posts are a little bleak. I probably should do a couple of things. I should go to any of the 7,981,376 festivals this weekend and take pictures. But, I’m tired of being hot. I probably should stay far away from social media. That’s doable. It’s likely a weekend away will make a world of difference. That and the news in general. Except for sports. My Yankees are in the playoffs. I probably should take a road trip just for me. That’s also doable, but I don’t know where I want to go. We’ll see.

The picture. I made it a little while back. The new processing software — Stackables — that I’m playing with allows me to do a lot of interesting things. I don’t really know how to make it “stackable” yet, but it’s coming.