Life is too f-ing short

 

Thanks so much, Bank of America, for changing log-in security.

I used to be able to sign in to my account, check the balance, and sign out inside of 2 minutes.

Now, I have to ask for a code. My only choice is which telephone number to use. Which means I have to find my clam shell phone, power it up, and let it wait. Today, first time for this abhorrent procedure, I had to wade through spam, clear the Messages section, go back to my laptop, select the phone number. 

Maybe I would not be quite so pissed off if a lens in my glasses had not chosen that very instance to fall out of the frame. Teeny, tiny screw, you'll soon die in the vacuum.

The code came within 40 seconds, I will give you that.

I used to be able to sign in to Chase and check my balance, and sign out inside of 2 minutes.

Now, I have to ask for a code by email. Log in, etc.

Ditto El Toro Crapo for my credit union.

Two-minute checks now take more than 5 minutes. Life is too f-ing short.

Oh, and which ever online account demands I download its app ... Hell no.

Unless ... anybody want to give me a new iPhone and pay a year's worth of phone bills?

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Round and round we go

I am deeply troubled by the ability of DJT to manipulate the U.S. news media. There’s a pattern he follows, time and again, and they react as if it’s brand-new, unique, and The End of All Things.

He yells that he’s done with Congress over Plague Stimulus legislation, kicks over the card table, and stomps away.

The media report The Presidential Stomp as if it is the first time ever, by him or any other president.

I agree that daily journalism is the first draft of history, but anybody who pays attention should have noticed DJT’s pattern. He’s a failed businessman who gets his way by threats, lawsuits, and tantrums.

Scream, yell, stomp. A couple days later, he’s ready to talk again, makes a new proposal even bigger than Congress’s, and negotiations resume. Eventually he announces that he’s pleased. Pass it and I’ll sign it.

He’s smart in a feral way, but still a one-trick pony.

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I toyed with the idea that he didn’t really contract COVID-19, faked it for heinous reasons, but he’s not that good an actor. 

There are 7 million Americans who know exactly how Rona feels, and know that he’s not virus-free. 

The more lies, the wiser the lied-to.

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The kids snapped my very last nerve

 

I used to be a laid-back, calm person. Not anymore.

Rona, DJT and other slayers started my decline, but the kill shot came from the two pre-teen boys next door. 

Their school's distance learning only and they are home all day. All day. 

Last week. This week. Yesterday, today, tomorrow, ad infinitum.

 Hey, little darlings, go play video games, eat ice cream, practice judo. 

Anything but bouncing that expletive-deleted basketball over and over and over, two hours at a stretch. 

Two or three times a day.

Every day. On the back deck, which adds a wonderful tenor reverb that wafts through the Virginia Creeper and lingers outside my window.

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I'm out of the game

 

Dropped my Storey County ballot into a USPS Big Blue Box yesterday. Tore up flyers from four candidates from the afternoon mail delivery. 

Commenced changing TV channels when pro-Trump lie-ads come on, such as one a few minutes ago that had at least 5 lies about what he's done for old folks.

Try to talk to me about the election and I will shove index fingers in my ears and sing "la la la ..."

Then kick you in the shins.

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DJT's doctors said one thing about his condition and treatment, but his henchmen said another today. 

I find comfort in this demonstration of SOP. Maybe WH should hire geniuses that are stable, too.

Still wishing the Trump family eventual recovery.

Thanks, Rona, but Big Joe can win this on his own.

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Abundance of caution?

 

Too little, too late.

Since I'm only human, a mere mortal, I indulged in 5 minutes of gloating last night. It didn't feel as good as it should have.

It is only polite to wish Grifter-in-Chief a quick, pain-packed recovery.

During my career of 42 years in newspaper journalism, I acquired a hefty supply of cynicism. Deep into Quagmire 2020, it overflows the spillways of my mind.

I concluded about 30 years ago that a small percent of reported conspiracies exist, mostly run by people too clever by half, and poorly executed. Most explode and sink. Insisting that DJT commands a war on a worldwide conspiracy is delusional at best, deadly at worst.

It's wishful thinking that the WH faked this illness. 

The Ship of State deserts the sinking rats.

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