Seven

I guess that today is free-write.

Today is my mother’s birthday, so happy birthday to her. I will call her later on, see if her gifts arrived.

Today’s listen is this.

I’m very much enjoying it.

But I did have some things I’d planned to write about this morning.

I had this come across my email feed over the past couple of days.

It made me angry, and I was having flashbacks to seeing this talk at Shmoocon a few years ago.

Compounding on it was something I noticed on one of the local news last night that plays along with the article.

The President made these claims without evidence.

You spent how many years basically reporting the Steele Dossier?

Well, we got the information from several sources.

Yeah, but you didn’t have any evidence, either. You just had five people all saying the same thing.

But now you’ve added that commentary after a politician’s words, and you’re now covered?

No. Fuck you.

I, of course, had started thumbing together a long list of compaints to cobble together into a long Karenesque letter.

But, no, I’m not going to do that.

I’m just going to leave.

My problem is that I’m not sure that it’s even possible anymore.