My Truths Are Self Evident

As the  charming saying goes, opinions are like assholes, everybody's got one. That's still no reason to air them out in public all the time. It's mostly just broken wind anyway. As much as I've tried to listen to both sides of arguments over time I think I'm ready to throw in the towel. The world is inundated with blowhards hither and yon, full of bluster and nothing else. It could be that you want your voices heard but nobody is really listening anymore. They're only waiting for you to finish up so they can get their own words in edgewise. 

After this last ridiculous election fiasco the voices haven't cooled. The hand wringing on the left is going to result into a carpal tunnel syndrome epidemic of epic proportions. Of course this all has to do with FOT-Fear of Trump-rather than the accountability of the worst run political campaign of modern times if not ever. It's Chicken Little time, kids and Popeye's is working overtime to accommodate y'all afore the sky starts fallin'. 

Meanwhile the right is chock full of outrage for one damn reason or another as per usual. They can't manage the savor their victory enough to take a few laps. It's like they're disappointed the left didn't riot the day after the election so they have to double down on their own perceived on every perceived evil and existence. Would it kill you to let the little theater kids have their Wicked movie with your whining about wokeness? Other than Part Two of that same movie, they don't have a lot to look forward to in next few years, so back off, ya damn bullies. Go see who Biden's going to pardon next. So far it's been two turkeys and his son.

And everybody else, take a rest, people. In case you haven't noticed over all the palaver, it's the holiday season. Jesus's birthday is right around the corner December 25th according to his Facebook page. You know, "Joy to the World"? (Sorry, Kamala. Sore subject) It's already the most stressful time of the year as it is, so why not focus your energy into that? Not your holiday? Fine. There are plenty more to pick from. No seasonal spirit at all? That's okay too. Find something to enjoy or embrace even if it's just yourself. (Make of that what you will) 

 Whatever you do or even don't at least come up for air. You're not blowing off steam like you think you are. You're creating an impenetrable fog. So let's all chill out for the next month. You're all going to need your strength and clear heads, such as they are. Let's all meet back here on, say, January the 6th. Anybody busy that day? Until then, unclench your cheeks, unfurrow your brows, keep your traps shut  and, if nothing else, celebrate yourself for getting through another year. For all our sake, let's not give new meaning to the title of that overplayed Wham song and make this The Last Christmas.