So much that could be written about the last six months. So much that will never…ever…be written.
Such a tease, right?

No, today’s thoughts balance upon the current political situation in the US. A subject about which I have generally avoided writing directly, because I simply do not want to think about it any more than I already do. But now, more than ever…and this present shitshow has been building for 10 years….

DO NOT ENGAGE.
DO NOT FEED THE TROLLS.

I was walking down the street, heading to the pub for a pleasant dinner date. Absolutely minding my own business and very obviously focused on my companion.
And a woman sitting outside the “billiard hall” says, or rather shouts, “I SUPPORT DONALD TRUMP!”
I look out the side of my eye. She is older. She is obviously inebriated. She looks like she’s had a…busy life. And she is staring directly at me.
Not looking at her companions, two “gentlemen” sat to either side of her. But staring aggressively at me and my companion.

So many thoughts crowd into my head in that split second.
But big and bold and right up on top is, “I am too hungry for this shit.”
Because it is shit. Just some sad old biddy looking to pick a fight, to get some acknowledgement of her existence. More so here than with a “normal” Cheeto-licker, there would be no outcome of an interaction that would be anything other than a massive waste of time…for me. I’m sure she’d have gotten a solid ego boost.
And I was really hungry.
The choice was easy.

DO NOT ENGAGE.
DO NOT FEED TROLLS.

But, wellllll…… I am only a weak, imperfect human being after all.
I did respond.
I shook my head as I walked past and away.
Leaving her to shout, “Don’t you shake your head at me!”

Sorry, Piggy; that’s all you get.