Breonna and crazy

I’m having flashbacks to 1992 in Los Angeles. It’s already been crazy with all these senseless shootings and knees on necks this year. The need to stop and look at some dynamics even a Valley Girl’s preconceived notions weren’t aware she had. You’d think the world would have been more peaceful, since we were all supposed to be inside.

Instead we have the likes of riots, looting, burning, and crazy on the other side wearing dicks on their face. (I’m thinking, if 45 was endowed like her mask, we might have none of these problems.)

But then again, the leader of our nation says it doesn’t affect young people, just yesterday he said that. He scoffs at mask wearing. He doesn’t own any of this. And today, my man, Dr. Fauci, schooled Rand Paul in some of his crazy.

Look, I didn’t stop believing in fiscal responsibility (and if the knee jerk reaction from both houses, making it rain at the onset of this pandemic to the tune of $2 Trillion doesn’t smell of crazy, I don’t know what does.) I didn’t stop my belief in personal responsibility. But I never, ever meant that to be an excuse to be callous and uncharitable to others. I stand with Cindy McCain, who came out today supporting Biden/Harris. I support them because I want peace. I want us to come together. American first. My party is gone. I’m not playing into this divisiveness. Or at least I’m trying not to… I’ve turned the TV off and gone over to the piano instead. A good Andre Previn piece sooths me.

According to him, and my sheet music, I’m still “Too Young to Go Steady.”

I wish I could school some of the crazy in my own family. I’m at such a loss how being objective, looking at a problem and solution, has gone the way of the typewriter. As Tom NIchols, who I follow on Twitter, wrote a whole book about it, somehow there are no longer experts. A run down a rabbit hole on Reddit and suddenly you’re in infectious disease expert.

And I’ve recently watched the Social Dilemma. If you haven’t. Netflix. We need to own this. We need to take the good, turn off the bad, control our brains.

If anyone still has one.

God. Universe. Higher Power. Our collective unconsciousness, Please. Let’s err on the side that we’re all one race. There’s enough to go around. We all deserve fairness, no matter the amount of melanin in our skin. Help me not to hate. Please. I’m not a hater. Let me be unflappable. Like RBG, Like Mayor Pete. Please. Amen