The Enchanter's Theorem

Between the anxiety attack this morning and reading something this morning that made me stop and go, "Are you kidding me?"

My brain is bent. Bending. Gumby all over the place.

I'm running a lot of anger as a result. But anger is a map. It tells me the direction I need to go. It tells me what I need to do, if I stop and listen to it without letting it flood my system with adrenalin and go on a rage bender.

Gods, if you guys only knew. The lies people tell. The self-aggrandizement they perpetuate.

And no, I'm not going to explain. It's not for me to explain. Don't have the permission.

But it's there.

All those people you see out there in the world, on the news, supposed experts in media/entertainment?

They don't know as much as they say they do. Let's just put it that way.

Yeah. Back to it. This is war.