The Birds…The Birds.
More good news this morning. The headline in the NYTimes is: Interior Dept. Finalizes Plan to Open Arctic Refuge to Oil and Gas Companies
We are about to hear a lot about how this will give us energy security and lower our prices at the gas pump. Sure. If you buy that, I have this bridge I can let you have at a low pandemic price. It’s been in the family…
Oil and gas companies will make some money. The 1% will make some more money—although they are running into some serious money storage problems. And, the rest of us will swelter in the increasing heat and go to google to look at and hear birds and animals that are no longer.
In a just universe, the birds will be gathering on Pennsylvania Avenue. Two very large crows will have just shat on Mike Pence’s head—although he appears not to have noticed. The birds will have all seen the Hitchcock movie—multiple times.
They are waiting for you Donald. They are serious animals—not susceptible to political bullshit—they are waiting. The birds…the birds.
I envision tRUMP locked in that attic room forever and ever. And each bird will wear a blonde wig ala Tippi Hedren and aim for his crotch.
do I sound bitter???
“Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?”
Mary Oliver “The Summer Day”
Yes. No. No bitterness that I can detect. Sounds very reasonable.
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