Why do I bother to question just how low humanity is capable of falling ?

I know that political extremism can lead to rash acts, and that dysfunctional behavior occurs on both sides of the fence. There are squirrels on both sides.
Ideology can and does become so polarized that it gets difficult to find common ground.
Anyone who knows me, even a little, knows I lean to the right and I don’t have much use for or respect for the radical left’s political policies. Communism and socialism are failed systems. The politicians who promote these systems for their own personal gain are accountable for their failures. Rogue assassinations are not viable responses to political opposition.
If you’re right, you have to take the high road, and the Democrat machine has taken the low road since the days of Woodrow Wilson, if not before.

I pray for President Trump. Not because I see him as some sort of savior or even an arbiter of Christian morality. We elect leaders, not pastors. The standards for the governance of the left hand kingdom are not the same as those of the right hand kingdom. Luther was very clear on the differences in the roles of the church and the state.
God has therefore ordained two regiment(s): the spiritual which by the Holy Spirit produces Christians and pious folk under Christ, and the secular which restrains un-Christian and evil folk, so that they are obliged to keep outward peace, albeit by no merit of their own
— Martin Luther
While my faith cannot embrace the outright evil that the far left promotes, it also is informed enough to know that I am not voting for a theocracy. Societal order and the preservation of life and peace are the aims of the left hand kingdom. In this country the right and right leaning legislators are more on the side of maintaining law and order and working toward a peaceful society, though not perfectly. The spread of the Gospel is the work of the church. Don’t confuse your president with your Pastor.
This being said, it’s too hot. Nasty, sticky Ohio humidity that reeks of bugs and BO hot.

The Parka People, you know who you are. The weirdo who is wandering down the sidewalk and it’s 90° with 100% humidity and you are wearing a hoodie with sweatpants and those tan-yellow work boots. The old lady with the North Face Parka and gloves on trying to navigate the frozen section of Kroger- in high summer.

Now here I am hoping and praying the Gold Bond will prevent chafing and stave off general sogginess and swamp ass as I wear a modest summer dress in a somewhat air-conditioned office. The Parka Person I work with wears a heavy fleece jacket and runs a damned space heater under the desk like it’s the Blizzard of ’78 or something.
It’s 72° in here. WTF. And this chick is about the size of Shamu, i.e. about three of me, but neither as attractive nor intelligent. Ich verstehe nicht.

Joy is where you find it, and I need to improve my attitude.
Dogs improve my attitude.





