Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like
Hey. How’s everybody holding up?
Here in beautiful downtown Cool, California, the sun has come out for the first time in days, and though I can’t say it fills me with optimism, it’s producing some much-needed serotonin in my brain—my current drug of choice. That and Tanqueray.
I’ve been keeping a political journal since late February, with an eye toward documenting this strange year, but of course it’s veered away from the Democratic primaries toward all-coronavirus, all-the-time. Still political but now it’s laced with a different kind of anxiety than my fear of Trump getting reelected. Oh, I’m still scared of that. Big time. It’s just that now it could happen atop a mountain of dead bodies, which would make our era seem like the most disastrous one in post-Renaissance history.
Just today I looked back at earlier entries in the journal and saw what Trump said just four weeks ago:
So Trump lied his ass off on the White House lawn yesterday as the Dow was dropping another 350 points, saying that the virus is under control, his response is perfect, nothing to worry about, the Dems are spreading another hoax like Russian collusion, etc. etc. You can tell that the markets don’t believe him. They believe their lyin’ eyes.
It’s important to remember everything this regime says and does, because it will try to lie its way to reelection if we’re not vigilant. Even then, it might try to cheat its way to reelection.
I’m writing in the journal every day so you don’t have to. Yes, depressing as hell sometimes, but like I said, today the sun is out and it helps to imagine a time when things will be better.
Hang in there, everyone.