Somehow I missed drafting this prompt, too. I don’t even know.
Fantasy vacation. Where do you go, what do you do, who are you with?
~0/Vacation/All I ever wanted/Vacation/Had to get away/Vacation/Meant to be spent alone/o~
I love that song. But if you listen closely it’s really sad.
As for the prompt, this was actually some of the discussion I was having with my friend, and my wife yesterday — where can you go?
I’m not one to step up to people (meaning, use the implicit thread of physical violence), I just walk away.
I walk away. It’s what I do.
But where can I go to get away, now?
And, in the meantime, are you going to steal all of my shit, even if it means murdering me in the process?
That’s conspiracy talk.
Or, should I say, a claim without evidence.
That’s the media narrative about pretty much everything the President says after he lost the election.
How to be a one-term president?
- Select a VP from Indianastan
- Hire Bill Barr as your VP
Voila! You’ve locked in one term..
The president lost the election. It was not a “blue wave.”
Control of the Senate is going to be determined by two run-off elections in Georgia. They’re already descending there to make sure “Chuckie the Bolshevik,” as my former boss in radio used to call him, can completely destroy any check on reckless government that the Senate ever was.
*shrug*
Where can I go?
I don’t know.
But what I can do, and am doing, is just walking away.
If you’re a news network who’s reporting things that seem outrageous, then editorializing about a politician’s word, *click*
That’s one place where I can actually leave.
I almost said “sorry,” there, but, no, I’m not sorry.
I’m just not going to give you any of my money.