Do thoughts matter? I mean, I know they matter to us, but do our thoughts affect anything outside our own heads?
Do they? I don’t know.
Sure, maybe there isn’t a haunted mansion or a pirates of the Caribbean ride, but Randyland is still pretty fucking awesome.
Randy and I were in Pittsburgh last weekend with two of our favorite people on the planet. We had some hours to kill during Saturday afternoon so we visited the Mattress Factory, which has nothing to do with either mattresses or factories. The Mattress Factory is a funky art gallery interesting enough to hold the attention of a six year old.
I don’t mean fuck it, fuck it.
We citizens of the US don’t have the luxury of throwing our hands up in disgust. We also can’t let our guard down when we have some success. Like, for the moment, 24 million people won’t be losing their healthcare.
We have to resist. This isn’t a drill.
Every time I see someone say “this isn’t a drill” regarding our current state of affairs, I feel such anxiety because it’s not a drill. This is happening. Lunatics are running the asylum. I hate this. We’ve had some success, but this is far from over.
Doesn’t matter if I hate it or not, this is our life in the US.