awaiting proof of life
Sep. 2nd, 2025 02:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ffloTr*mp was supposed to come out at 2:00 and say something live on camera about the b.s. "Space Force". But really it's about showing he's not dead, or not close to it. What's up with the delay? Buidling suspense?
I've got the lawn mower battery charged while laundry's going around and this week off work. Decided quickly, to my relief, the other day, that I'm not up to continuing to strip the paint/stenciling, either completely or to some neatened "doormat", for winter. And/but now, today, 80 degrees out, the last of these warm days underway, I am considering another shot at it. Wrenched back on top of knees, but couldn't I go slow? And didn't I get up and down offa that stoop a coupla dozen times last year? Have I deteriorated that much?
How much is my deterioration behind the little spate of human sympathy for Tr*mp, should he be experiencing any of the grisly things postulated or outright wished by TikTok commenters in the is-he-dead/my-he's-failing posts? I do want him gone, and of course I'd still worry about what's next. But it'd be nicely to outlive him, and soon. As far as wishing extra suffering or any comeuppance or fear of hell or whatever, I don't think that works. I don't think it makes anything better, or diminishes any inflicted wrongs/pains, or even happens. It's not relevant. And wishing for it to befall someone is bad for us, I say. It's not that different from the death penalty that way, maybe.
This half an hour is taking forever, though.
Somebody having a watch gathering on TikTok is watching the C-SPAN feed. I've just called up the PBS one, and have the TV on too.
Whatever it is, I'm getting up and outside the house afterwards, for a palate cleanser, at least. Or to avoid rabbitholing into TikTok in search of a form of fellowship. Or to go out and be near others if the announcement includes him dying right there.
I've got the lawn mower battery charged while laundry's going around and this week off work. Decided quickly, to my relief, the other day, that I'm not up to continuing to strip the paint/stenciling, either completely or to some neatened "doormat", for winter. And/but now, today, 80 degrees out, the last of these warm days underway, I am considering another shot at it. Wrenched back on top of knees, but couldn't I go slow? And didn't I get up and down offa that stoop a coupla dozen times last year? Have I deteriorated that much?
How much is my deterioration behind the little spate of human sympathy for Tr*mp, should he be experiencing any of the grisly things postulated or outright wished by TikTok commenters in the is-he-dead/my-he's-failing posts? I do want him gone, and of course I'd still worry about what's next. But it'd be nicely to outlive him, and soon. As far as wishing extra suffering or any comeuppance or fear of hell or whatever, I don't think that works. I don't think it makes anything better, or diminishes any inflicted wrongs/pains, or even happens. It's not relevant. And wishing for it to befall someone is bad for us, I say. It's not that different from the death penalty that way, maybe.
This half an hour is taking forever, though.
Somebody having a watch gathering on TikTok is watching the C-SPAN feed. I've just called up the PBS one, and have the TV on too.
Whatever it is, I'm getting up and outside the house afterwards, for a palate cleanser, at least. Or to avoid rabbitholing into TikTok in search of a form of fellowship. Or to go out and be near others if the announcement includes him dying right there.
