A Short Blast of Exasperation

Angry man. User:Tomia, original image en:User:Polylerus. Public domain image via Wikimedia Commons. I’m late with my blurb this week, since I was traveling on the day I usually write it. And it’ll be brief and uselessly indignant, because of post-trip catch-up and exhaustion, yes, but also thanks to the very weird state of mind I’m still in about hoofing it to a football game after having just learned that this country’s administrators are going full Discipline and Punish/Stalin/Taliban and pumping up the citizenry for—I still can’t believe I’m writing these words—a public execution. After reading the news, how was I supposed to move at all, much less set one foot in front of the other to merge with a crowd of revelers headed for a giant stadium? The sense of unreality was already overwhelming, being carried along with 80,000 other festive and frequently inebriated human beings when we should all have been marching straight to the damn capitol and organizing along the way and…