We’re told, at least for now, that this was not an act of terrorism. Is it just me? Dude wears a gas mask and construction gear, lights a smoke bomb, is packing a hatchet and then hoses down strangers in a public venue. That sounds pretty terroristic to me. It even, you know, matches the dictionary definition of terrorism, if not the federal law enforcement version. So if a crazy doesn’t actually carry a membership card in some whack job acronym-driven “faith-based” treehouse, he’s not a terrorist?
Look at the video of those horrified people scrambling from the train car and screaming and running for their lives. And then tell me that’s not terrorism. The idea was to terrify people and make them afraid to live their lives. That’s terrorism.
And what’s going on in Ukraine is genocide. I’m happy and relieved that the president now officially calls it that.
Embrace your ambiguity. It is your strength. It is your genius. Only idiots are certain about things that are definitionally uncertain. That doesn’t make you weak. It makes you strong. It doesn’t make you stupid. It makes you smart. Repeat after me. “I don’t know.” It’s liberating. It sets you free.
After almost seven decades, I can handle almost anything. Except “prissy.” Yeah, I’m not a fan of “prissy,” which is generally the MO of intellectually stunted pawns who take cowardly shelter in their arrogant certainty. Have I mentioned that I genuinely dislike “prissy”?
Giuliani is cooked. Done. Chicken Giuliani is served.