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I am in a bad mood today.
Situation at many levels is bad, certainly national and global, certainly regional and local.
I feel a fierce anxious urgency, in the middle of this false calm.
Gnaws at me.
Want to act.
Want to talk.
Want to stand with others
Not sure how.
All my working years, I paid into America's #SocialSecurity trust fund. A certain percentage of each paycheck, all those different jobs, all those years.
I had hoped that maybe I could someday retire, and collect some of that money back to live on.
Something, you know? Part of a social contract?
Now, I am looking at those fuckers wrecking that system, and just looting the money.
No retirement.
Work until I am dead.
If I can get work.
"Bitter" doesn't even begin.