Hanging in there
Long ass day in the field for the J.O.B. fixing another companies’ shitfestivus. All good, looks like it may extend into a 2 or 3 day venture. Y’all know how fixing things ends up: fix this issue, that issue becomes more obvious, wash rinse repeat. Clean the counter and you realize the wall is covered in crud kinda thing.
Doing some reading in the darkening hours and decided I need a break from the never-ending stream of crap. If its not Shits&Giggles, its the fruition of years and years of HB1 visas coming home to roost.
Enuff!!! Read enough of it and you virtually BEG for the fires of the sun to do a reach out. Burn the whole thing down so we can rise from the ashes like a phoenix. Maybe we will, maybe we won’t. But you can be certain something comes after ‘all this’. May not resemble anything an imagination can acquire now, but something follows this.
Be still, listen carefully, you can hear the winds of change in the distance.
Its winter outside, though we haven’t YET seen the snows. Its winter in my soul, and those snows keep blowing in hard when they come. Its winter in the Former United States of America, and we see the snows of decrepitude swirling the swamp and its outlands.
Ya gotta ask yourself: are we ready?
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