Well, looks like Primary season is all but over now, and soon we’ll turn our attention to the General Election. Actually, for me, I’m going to do everything in my power to divert my attention from the General, because I’m really not looking forward to what it’s going to be like (it’s going to be downright icky, IMHO). I’m very conflicted on this whole thing. On the one hand, I can’t believe I live in a country that would make Donald Trump a serious candidate for President. One the other hand, it doesn’t surprise me one bit. Either way, it’s pretty shameful.

It’s also a sad fact that I know people – people that I consider to be reasonably intelligent and decent people – who think that Trump is “what we need” to “shake things up” and “turn things around.” I mean, you expect that sort of thing from the mouthbreathing idiot types, or from my ex-Nazi father-in-law (though he probably doesn’t know what day of the week it is at this point – not sure he even remembers that “that colored fella” is President) but when people you actually like and respect (or at least used to respect) come out with this shit….

Well, I’m just at a loss.

In other news, today is my mom’s birthday. She’d have been 92 today, though she’s been dead for coming up on 17 years now I guess it is. Though I miss my folks, there’s something to be said for going out while you more or less still have your shit together. My big fear is that I’ll somehow overcome my genetics and less-than-stellar food, beverage, and exercise routines and outlive everybody. I’m fairly certain, that won’t happen, but it’s still a scary thought – to be left alone to rot (first figuratively and eventually literally) in front of the teevee until somebody notices I haven’t paid the taxes in a while.

Or worse, get shoved into some roach-filled nursing home somewhere – left mumbling over in the corner in my wheelchair hoping for the red jello instead of the green.

On the bright side, I’ll probably croak about a week after I retire (or maybe the week before, which would be better for the wife, since if I croak while I’m still working she gets decent chunk of insurance money).

Then again, with President Trump and his gang in charge, retirement might just be off the table altogether.

Too bad, because I really feel like retiring right about now. My tractor’s got a flat tire, and the grass needs cutting.

Plus it’s been damn cold lately. When I got home yesterday, it was 58° in the house, and I actually have to turn the heat back on.