In these uncertain times…
It’s getting so you can’t turn on the TV, or look at your computer, or open an e-mail, without seeing that phrase. Which leads me to wonder when exactly things were certain. Were they certain in January? A year ago? When Obama was president? When Bush was president? Before Europeans moved here?
In some ways, things feel more certain than ever, and I wouldn’t be the first person to compare our lives now to the movie Groundhog Day. I wake up, I make breakfast, I wrestle with the logistics of home-schooling a five-year-old, I eat lunch, I write one of these, we play through the afternoon, I make dinner, I go work for 3 1/2 hours, I hang out with my wife for two-ish hours, and we go to bed. Every goddamn day, except for Saturday–which goes b’fast, grocery shop, work, dinner–and Sunday–which is kind of a zombied-out whatever day. You can add in a member of the federal government doing or saying something that is either stupid or cruel (or both! sometimes it’s both!). You can add in the lack of testing, or anyone in power having a plan beyond some kind of weird faith-based optimism.
The long-term future might be uncertain, but tomorrow is a CD that can’t stop skipping. It’s a small child that can’t stop talking. It’s endless responsibility for you, and endless dicking around for them. Endless suffering for the poor, and blissful cruelty for the rich. Always and forever.
Come to think of it, the future might actually be more certain than we think it is. And the days aren’t uncertain so much as tedious, like getting poked in the cheek with a rusted hammer.
And as far as “troubled” is concerned, the only troubled times I want to hear about are from this guy.