08 June 2025

I Thought I Was Depressed Last Time

January 20, 2017, to January 20, 2021, were, I thought, the most depressing days I had ever known.

And that is really saying something, as readers of Screensaver would attest.

But this year, commencing again on January 20, has blown any of my previous depressions into the realm of halcyon days.

Donnie has outdone himself this time.

The cadre of sadists, drunks, deviants, buffoons, clowns, criminals, incompetents and just generally a herd of grotesque ne'er-do-wells, that he has assembled as a cabinet exceeds any known definition of the words "world class".

And the fact that most of the people who voted for him - the 77 million - who brought us to this sad state, still think things are good, is such an indictment of the premise of human intelligence, that gloom is the only possible response.

And there is so much more that is so wrong.

(trumping up emergencies, crises, insurrections and invasions, for starters)

But that's for another day.

Here is the summary for today.

Having to wake every morning and try to keep movin' on in the face of planned, purposeful and pre-ordained disaster, dissemblance, dysfunction, disease, disarray and decline takes so much energy that massive depression is my order of the day, every day.

I call all that the cavalcade of the D Words.

And we have the Supreme Court.

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