So, once more, I think I’m getting a horrible cold, which since the first symptoms mimic the early symptoms I’m afflicting characters with in Darkship Revenge I spent two days thinking was psychosomatic. Then I took the steroids for the outbreak of auto-immune. And the stuffiness is starting to recede along with the eczema, leading me to believe this entire thing is just another dang auto-immune attack.
I hate taking steroids because they make me gain weight, and seriously, I’d prefer to gain it by eating chocolate cake.
Yeah, the outbreak of eczema/asthma/arthritis was bad around the time a member of the family had surgery, (really bad, it was the reason I couldn’t sleep for several days), abated somewhat, and then inexplicably started up again, full force around the election, and seemed to settle into a permanent pattern of irritation.
This is not unusual . So in my round of doctors’ appointments I went in and asked for “the usual” which is antibiotic, steroid cream and steroid tablets. But I was hoping to hold off on the steroid tablets. The Nurse Practicioner agreed with my plan to take the antibiotic first (because one time before, the antibiotic was enough to calm things down and then I could control it with the cream.
Well, not this time. Maybe it has gone on too long. Anyway, it seems to be taking care of the breathing too.
We have friends coming over tonight, and the house is a zoo, so I’m going to do be doing some picking up and cleaning, though the dinner is the usual weekend dinner chez Hoyt: a bunch of finger foods, a few bottles of wine, because even when we don’t have guests, when both boys come to eat with us we’ll talk and debate till morning.
So this is a non-post-post.
For reasons known only to my friends, who are like you maniacs but worse, I got not one, not two, but three messages THROUGH THE NIGHT telling me Fidel is dead.
If this matches the other communist regimes, this is a time of hope. The transition might or might not work. I know Raul has been in charge for a while, and THIS transition might hold, but the next one might be the one that breaks it. Communist regimes always devolve into dynasties, and I don’t think there’s a clear success to Raul, and he’s getting old. I’m almost hopeful that 2016 will do for him.
2016 has been characterized as “the year in which gods bleed” and it seems to be true, from the harvesting of beloved celebrities to the puncturing of the left’s certainty of their infallible chosen successor. (A certainty so great that, let’s be honest, they convinced even US of it.)
In that spirit, I’m reading When Prophecy Fails to understand the mechanism.
It’s a little tricker with the “progressive” movement, because they’re not one movement, but several, and they don’t have a “set date” for the arrival of utopia. Not as such. Which makes disconfirmation more difficult.
But I know a lot of the black leftist voters (okay, not the smarter ones) who voted for Obama expected him to become “our king” and usher in a system of black-rule forever. That obviously didn’t happen. (I know because of their comments, on blogs, and overheard the days after election.)
I know a lot of white leftist voters expected Obama to be “sort of a god” and even though they cling (bitterly) to the idea that he was one of our great presidents (despite fricked up economy internally and wars abroad) they show signs that the discomfirmation upset them.
Probably the most pitiable group are the millenials. My younger son tells me they were told that there would never again be a Republican president in their lifetime. He’s promised me a post about this and about the reactions he’s seen. I’ll see if I can get him to read When Prophecy Fails this weekend. (If he doesn’t have tests next week.) And then I’ll see how that fits.
But to an extent what we’re seeing is what would happen if after a communist revolution, people insisted on going back to the ancien regime. It’s sort of like watching the restoration in Frnace, I imagined. What this country has gone through is nothing less than a putsch and they’re astonished that it didn’t take. Even my generation was indoctrinated. How come it didn’t hold?
If they studied real history they’d realize even when a regime is totalitarian (which we always fell sort of, though Europe comes close) and the information tightly controlled, after a few years or generations the real world breaks in. Cults have limited ability to keep their followers in, much less a cult forced on a large population.
We know two things for sure: on January 2017 the economy will be found to have suddenly collapsed and it will be Trump’s fault the day he’s sworn in. (Some of this is already happening. Apparently NPR predicted a disastrous Black Friday because Trump.) And Trump will be the Worst President Ever the first day of his presidency. Or, as we’re seeing, before.
But the thing is, if he does achieve even 1/10th what he has promised and turn some of the collectivist policies around, and unfetter our poor shackled economy even minimally, eventually the cognitive dissonance of disconfirmation will set in.
For some it will be the last disconfirmation, the one that sets them free. Others will just go crazier.
Interesting times ahead, and thank heavens for the internet that makes the “unified narrative” of the MSM if not unimportant at least not all prevasive.
And now that I can breathe again, I’m going to clean the house and get ready for company.
This is not a post. There will vignettes, promo post, and likely Dark Fate tomorrow.
Also planned is a shortish MHI comes to Goldport. AND I’m going to put my indie stuff on sale for cyber Monday.
Now go pet your cats/dogs/walk your kids/sit down with a good book. This is the extended holiday weekend. Go remember how good your life is, before you strive to make it better.