Do you ever feel like you are in a tragic comedy? A funny, ludicrous, romp that ends in an ugly fashion… Tragedy… Trauma… Disaster… This might ramble a bit…

Over the past four weeks I haven’t been writing much as everything around me feels like a comedy that will end in some terrible tragedy. I’m not sure what is triggering these feelings. I just know I am on high alert for the shoe of tragedy to fall.

The absurdity or comedy of the past month revolves around the political madness we are facing here in the United States. Senator Joni Ernst’s, “We’re all going to die” quote followed by a lie about non-citizens receiving or being eligible for medicare. Representative (Dr.) Marianette Miller-Meeks (an optometrist) and her false television ad, “Making America Affordable Again.”

I got a letter in response to my multiple email messages on the budget from Senator Grassley. It was some of the same bullshit fraud investigations involving medicare and how the tax cuts by Trump have been great for America… Meanwhile the deficit continues to rise by greater factors under Republican presidents than Democratic ones. Then he blathers on about what he has done for Iowa… He collaborated with others on legislation. He hasn’t done anything by himself. That’s how government works, through collaboration. Only narcissists make bold individual claims about their feats of folly.

It makes me laugh the absurdity of the claims, despite volumes of academic studies that prove them wrong. Yet, none of them read actual social science and scientific articles. Their lack of understanding makes me wonder how they graduated with PhD in Miller-Meeks’ case. How did Ernst make it through 25 years of National Guard experience with these kooky notions of hers. Who has Grassley’s brain? I feel like he lost his marbles when he blocked a supreme court nomination during Obama’s second term.

Then there is all of the crazy nonsense coming from the 47th coming of the anti-christ. It’s absurdity yet they take themselves so seriously. Then there is the crazy pseudo-christian nonsense they wrap themselves in. It’s like they are trying to reenact some crazy version of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat.

All I see coming from this nonsense is a severe tragedy with something bad happening to all American citizens. Whatever it is my amygdala is on high alert. I guess that is a curse for having had some severe trauma in my life.

This is why I haven’t written much over the past month. That and the sixty four thousand other things that happen to an educator in May. I did have some celebrations. My oldest graduated from high school. He is last class to graduate in a building I taught in years ago. It was satisfying to see him graduate. It was bittersweet as I’m watching yet another building close that has so many wonderful memories for me.

My wife and I collaborated on a geocaching art as our tribute to the 25th year of the Geocaching game. That took some serious writing time away. We call it the Big Dog, Little Log Series. Each puzzle cache is of a mastiff breed or in a couple cases honorary mastiffs in our household. The puzzles were made on the platform jigidi. The player has to assemble an actual jigsaw puzzle ranging from 65-600 pieces. The art is a dog bone shape made up of the 25 cache icons.

We had our community celebration last weekend on the 31st of May. We had a nice picnic with several other geocachers in attendance. We shared some information with them as a bonus gift. They could claim the find before it published for a (first to find.) It’s a simple bragging right and something to enjoy while building your statistics.

Speaking of geocaching. This is the only goal I made from the New Year that is really on track. We have 900/1500 finds down. The reading and writing has kind of been hot and cold but not consistent.

Then there is my summer job. I began that today. I get up at 4:30 a.m. to go to the golf course and perform greens maintenance. I am in my fourth summer of working for our city’s golf course that sponsors the First Tee program. As a teacher, I really enjoy seeing the kids out there learning the game. The fresh air and sunshine is perfect for my soul after spending 9 months in building devoid of fresh air and sunshine.

Yet, here I am finally writing about the tragic comedy of my life within the craziness of the American political shit show. At times I wonder if I should take the other pill and wake up in some other alternate reality… A Matrix so to speak. Today while mowing the tee boxes I was listening to Dave Matthews Band on Spotify through my ear buds. The song Funny the Way It Is came on and the irony of metaphor took on a new meaning. It actually inspired this tragic comedy of a blog today.

Sorry for not writing in a while. I was meandering through this thing called life and finding out just how absurdly funny and tragic the times have become… Keep dissenting… I keep insulting the fecklessness of my congressional leaders. I hope you do the same if you live in America. For those readers outside the States, keep dissenting against our government leaders. We need them to fail so we can right this ship and come back as a better neighbor. On it goes…