I have (another) awful case of poison ivy, for over two weeks now, it just keeps spreading, I’ve no idea how. The chiggers, fleas and ticks are relentless. The weather-makers continue to steal our rain and a lap-dance of morons on tyrants make any foray into so-called civilization even worse than this rural recipe for vitriol gumbo.
And just for the record, I do stop complaining from time to time, but never about the weather. The weather has become my most taboo, vitriol-filled topic ever, far beyond religion or politics, those are light-hearted topics in comparison to the manipulated weather, because the world continues to accept this, by hook and by crook, en masse.
Masks? Please. When a UAE sheikh’s harem wants another wave pool for their offspring’s birthday party, half a nation’s rain is diverted immediately in that fulfillment order, no matter if that means the peasants starve for a year. That’s our global reality, about to get much worse.
You think we’ve got something to complain about now? If only you could ask your great-grandchildren how they experience the world in their time.
Lucky for us, we don’t have any. So, I can guiltlessly keep bitching about my infuriating poison ivy.