December 6
I'm so tired and depressed and it's my blog so I'll do what I want with it, lol
2024 was a bad year for all of us. I know that. You know that. For me, it included my dad spending over a month in the hospital after randomly tripping while at a routine doctor's appointment and then passing away in May.
As I entered the holiday season for the first time without my dad both of my cars died. A shit condiment to go with an otherwise challenging year. I am grateful fo ra lot this year, as I posted last week, but it's been tough.
So, yesterday I took the loaner car from the place where car number 2 is being repaired (alas, car number 1 didn't make it) to my happy place here in South Florida. You got it, the Everglades.
I met some new friends, mostly tourists and anhingas, aka, snake birds.
The Jewel of the Everglades, purple gallinules, were also busy yesterday.
Interestingly, aside from a number of tourists I talked to, including students on field trips, I also made friends with another mammal yesterday. The thing about mammals is that ever since anaconda snakes took off in the late 1990s in the park, the mammal population has been all but eradicated, some species sightings are down 90% or more. So seeing any mammal in the park is lucky.
So that's my happy place for the week, I guess. We also went to the Art Miami Festival for an event at a Maker Space in Miami Beach called Moonlighter FabLab and saw the work of and met a fantastic artist who works in aluminum and titanium named Christopher Bathgate.
The last few weeks have been weird here
Fireworks boomed by our house at 2 AM, November 6th, when 45 was declared 47. It was surreal. 45/47 even carried our county, something I think only Reagan has done as a Republican. I mean, like, ever. The days leading up to the election were full of pagentry; I'm thinking most Americans never see, unless you are at an actual rally. Flags and banners from at least one house on every other street, trucks blasting past at 80 miles per hour with huge flags flapping in the wind and their horns blasting.
That's on a normal day.
For the entire three and half years we've lived here.
After the election there were even more flags and banners. The people who for two years have gathered at the county's busiest park every Saturday were back at it. Houses on almost every street around us had 45/47 flags or banners. Houses that previously had nothing had signs that declared victory. I meant to take a lot of pictures of it. But it was, frankly, depressing. So I waited.
And then something weird happened. A lot of the flags and banners came down. Not all of them, by any means, but many.
A return to normal? I'm not sure. Maybe, as the nominees came in and the policies were officially announced, some had buyer's remorse. Maybe some even put out flags so their houses wouldn't be targeted.
Find the light of truth in an age of darkness
A guy named Robert Reich recently posted a list of news sources he relies on and I thought it was a good one so I thought I'd share it.
Here are the sources I currently rely on for the truth: The Guardian, Democracy Now, Business Insider, The New Yorker, The American Prospect, Americans for Tax Fairness, The Economic Policy Institute, The Center on Budget and Policy Priorities, ProPublica, Labor Notes, The Lever, Popular Information, Heather Cox Richardson, and, of course, this Substack.
Notes about what I'm up to with this
I'm trying to bring back This Week in Florida History and with the anniversary of Castor's journey over the shitbow bridge last week I started working on a piece on that. But that means talking about Cuba and America and Cuba and Florida and Cuba and Miami and that is going to take a minute. LOL.
I'm also working on some stuff on the impacts of climate change. Nowhere is as vulnerable in the mainland United States as South Florida, so I got to thinking about that after seeing the devastation in Asheville, North Carolina, firsthand last week—exactly two months after Hurricane Helene.
Follow Me to the Fediverse (encore post, now with more links!)
Think social media like X, Xitter, BlueSky, Threads, only not owned by CryptoBros, Would-be dictators, TechBois, or anyone else! The fediverse comprises thousands of little Twitter-like things (called instances) that are privately controlled, and users can come and go as they please. X or Xitter, is owned by the Saudis and their little democracy-murdering apartheid lover Elon Musk; Threads is owned by democracy-hating Meta (Facebook) and Mark Zuckerberg; BlueSky was started inside of Twitter, broke off when Musk bought it and is funded by shady investment groups, the known ones being mostly cryptocurrency ponzi+ schemes. It is run by a CEO whose primary experience is technical work for...cryptocurrencies. BlueSky says it won't be a crypto-centric thing. Also, cable TV said it wouldn't have commercials until it did.
The fediverse: all the assholes, none of the fascist rule.
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