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The plow came! Sorta!

People are angry about how people shovel. How people DON’T shovel. How the plows haven’t come. How the plows plow when the plows DO come. That the news was right. That the news was wrong. That there’s news of more snow to come.

Yeah, the plow came and went straight. My car is off to the LEFT. By the end of the day, with multiple plow passes and everything I’ve “freed” my steed 4 separate times.

My Truck-Driving Right Wing Cousin (I’ve got to be a LITTLE specific here because almost ALL of my cousins are right wing cousins) is angry about how the news LIED to her and she didn’t get NEARLY as much snow as they said she was gonna get and how crying wolf so many times is gonna have consequences and she’s SO CLOSE to getting that she miiiiight be listening to the wrong news source…

As an artist I think there’s an expectation for me to have pretty hefty political opinions and to speak my mind. And I have, over the years. I’ve got some songs about it. People listen. People don’t. Invariably anyone who is moved enough to respond to me is generally angry about it and disagrees with me. On the Right they’re generally angry cause I’m obviously so fucking liberal and the Left generally feels I’m not liberal ENOUGH. It feels sort of like maybe I’m on the right side if I’m RIGHT in the middle of it, but that’s not terribly consoling. Being right solely in your own mind rarely is. 

The only ice I believe in! (not actually true – I believe in the need for border and customs enforcement and I ALSO believe in internal combustion engines, I just feel that both need to be intelligently and morally regulated.

But I’m not spouting off on Facebook. I’m not starting my posts with “I don’t normally get political but I just can’t be silent any longer” or “Unfriend me if…” because it all feels so PERFORMATIVE and half thought out.

I have very, very strong opinions on the world. And y’all LUCKY I’m not in charge. 

Fuck the POLICE! ICE are NAZIS! Eat the RICH! Etc etc etc. I just don’t ascribe to any of these hyperbolic declarations. 

I mean… the one cop I know is actually a really attractive individual so, yes. And there’s no better way to radicalize someone than by calling them radical, but it’s not a very good literal comparison – and by the time it IS a literal comparison we’ll REALLY be fucked. Aaaand as for eating the rich? It’s all fine and good to rebel against Capitalism but you really, really need a plan for what happens after and I don’t see anyone THAT clever floating around.

I absolutely hope there will be some hefty warcrimes trials in America’s immediate future for the bald-faced lies and murder and lying about murder being perpetrated by the current administration – but I also am very aware that there is manipulation on the left too. Whereas the right just seems to proclaim bald-faced lies, the left does things like distribute videos of the killing of Alex Pretti in which the ICE agents scatter like roaches after shooting him, implying they leave the scene – and then I read later that actually they only retreated from the body for 45 seconds… kind of reasonable if you’re a bunch of half-assed bully boys scared to death by a dozen gunshots and unsure of what the fuck just happened. And I’m angry at that manipulation.

It’s not equal. Every fool who’s like “it’s no different from what Biden or Obama was doing” really needs a better sense of scale – and to understand that attitude is EVERYTHING. And accountability and anonymity are very, very important differences in what is happening.

But… my opinion won’t fit in a meme or on a bumper sticker. I don’t communicate it well. I used to think of myself as a good communicator, but re-reading the Journal as I cut and paste hundreds of entries from one platform to another? I soooo very much am not. I’m also a little shallow.

Enough out of me. I’m just angry and sore from shoveling and tired of it all.

The plow is no longer just breathing hard! It’s truly come! Or at least, it went around the circle. It then got stuck on the hill off to the right of this photograph.