Hey, Bort! Who’s a good pup-pup and will listen to Mommy talk about the state of the world in 2017? You do! Yes, you do! Yes! You! Do!
Bort, things are bad. Mommy can’t sugar coat it for you. Our morning and evening walks are the few moments of respite from a non-stop barrage of craven electioneering and hate spittle masquerading as “protecting America.” Oh, I said walk. Now you want a walk. You want walkies? Who wants walkies?!
Yes! We’re walking! Well, you’re pulling and I’m trying to keep up but we’re moving! I really should take you back to obedience class.
Bort, do you ever think about what will happen to Tigress and Mugsy’s Dads if Jared and Ivanka aren’t around the day Steve Bannon decides he’s done with LGBT folks? Or if Dusty’s family picks the wrong time to go home to visit relatives? I mean, who would feed Dusty? Pugs have a hard enough time as it is.
I know there are people more concerned about their livelihoods than other people, but I don’t get how that makes folks like us living around diverse cultures and traditions the “snowflake” ones. It feels like a worldview and identity that can’t survive encounters with difference is pretty weak, you know?
Oh, you’re pooping. Okay, okay, stop kicking the zeroscaping in this yard. C’mon, let’s go. Bort! Let’s. Go.
I feel like a lot of my friends are burned out and tired of the whole “politics thing,” which is a pretty privileged sentiment but also… I get it. The election was long and for a lot of people, this was the first time they feel like the system failed them “bigly.” How this is the first time that was clear to them is beyond me, but I guess if you don’t see the systematic disassembly of worker protections as tied to less occupational stability then, sure. Why not.
Thanks for letting Mommy vent, Borty-Bot. I love you. Now, we just need to figure out how to have this talk with the cat.
