President* Trump, You know how some nights are just miserable? Can’t sleep, can’t get comfortable, don’t want to move too much and wake others up, don’t want morning to come too soon because it’ll mean no sleep will be had, want morning to come so the ordeal will at least change. Last night wasn’t one … Continue reading The old sleepless in Seattle was way better
Environment
They aren’t even looking after their own
President* Trump, How was your little outing this afternoon? Somehow I don’t think that Suburban is big enough to have allowed the other people in the vehicle to be 6’ away from you, masks or no masks. I wonder how they’re going to feel about their decision to accompany you on your little joy ride … Continue reading They aren’t even looking after their own
Debacles 2 and 3 must proceed
President* Trump, Just two weeks and two days before WA state mails out our General Election ballots! You may rest assured, your Lowness, that there will be no dilly-dallying in the Little/Simpson household this year – we will be filling those puppies out the day we get them and depositing them in a drop box … Continue reading Debacles 2 and 3 must proceed
A good enough POTUS beats an evil one any day
President* Trump, Because it seems prudent to leave myself some space to comment on the debate later tonight, I’m just going to share a tiny two-part anecdote. Just now I read Dan Zak’s WP article entitled “November May Be The Darkest Month Americans Have Seen In A Long Time.” It’s sort of a mash-up between … Continue reading A good enough POTUS beats an evil one any day
The ends and the means
President* Trump, Yesterday morning when I set out on my walk I didn’t have anything specific in mind to write to you about. I figured something would occur to me in my perusal of the news or in reaction to the day’s poem (which, by the way was incredible and can be read here: https://poets.org/poem/five-horses-doctor-ramon-emeterio-betances?mc_cid=2d4fec3e74&mc_eid=03fcdf422b). … Continue reading The ends and the means
It’s a heretical thought, but what if we’re exactly where we’re supposed to be?
President* Trump, Yesterday evening a wren flew into our front window, probably disoriented by the smoggy, smoky air. I’m not sure if it bounced off the window the eight or so feet to the tree in the front yard or somehow scuttled over to it, but the little thing sat almost motionless under the tree … Continue reading It’s a heretical thought, but what if we’re exactly where we’re supposed to be?
Smoke, lies, and a couple of bright spots
President* Trump, I think Lifesaver and mint sales will spike in the Northwest this weekend as people try and mask the nasty metallic taste of the ash particulate we’re all inhaling all the time. It’s really eerie here – it’s 9:30 in the morning and lots of the street lights are still on, hardly anyone … Continue reading Smoke, lies, and a couple of bright spots
9/11, wildfires, and a *&%$*# bounty on the moon
President* Trump, It’s fitting that early this 9/11 morning we had to close all the windows to guard against the unhealthy smoky air and that all day today we’ve needed to stay inside while huge swaths of the West burn. Connecting the dots is arguably somewhat circuitous, but the 9/11 attack 19 years ago certainly … Continue reading 9/11, wildfires, and a *&%$*# bounty on the moon
A Labor Day reimagining of America
President* Trump, Happy Labor Day, you exploitative oligarch. I read an HP article this morning about your pipe dream of withholding federal funding from school districts that reform their US history offerings to more thoroughly address slavery and introduce systemic racism to students. The article included a Twitter exchange involving you and someone who goes … Continue reading A Labor Day reimagining of America
Way off the beaten path and into the wilds (vicariously)
President* Trump, I’m sure this isn’t going to surprise you at all, but I won’t be tuning into your nihilistic hate-fest this week. There will be plenty of updates about it and at times it’ll feel as though I went ahead and subjected myself to the negative frenzy, but even in the name of research … Continue reading Way off the beaten path and into the wilds (vicariously)
