Monday morning coming down
It’s snowing here in Colorado, at least in my area just east of Boulder. The snow is actually quite beautiful. Some storms out this way are peaceful, while others seem dreary and almost violent. But this one is almost placid. Resigned. As if it knows that, no matter how long it stays or how soon it goes, what it will leave behind, once it runs its own brief lifecycle, is the same wreckage of a once great nation that it now so tranquilly and easily covers — and in doing so, it won’t be taxed or molested or investigated or shamed or blackballed or attacked or coerced or treated like dumb animals like most of the rest of us will be.
So yeah, were I the snow here in Colorado today, I’d be smiling, too. Though I’d also probably feel bad for the poor schmucks I’ll soon be leaving behind to fend for themselves against a growing, lawless governmental force whose power is insatiable and whose reach is ubiquitous.
But then, I’ve always been the empathetic type.