"There is never a shortage of bullshit"
Thus declared The Wife a couple of days ago. She noted that while we suffer deficits of many necessary things, there seems to be a perpetual bullshit surplus.
This is reality. Some people deal with it by meditating, or smoking weed, or lighting incense, or getting an occasional massage and spa treatment.
The Wife, right-leaning person that she is, has declared war.
"I am declaring war," she said, "on bullshit."
Now there's a war I can get behind.
This is a noble cause. Instead of obsessing and bitching and moaning and freaking out over things over which we have no control, now would be a good time to simply choose to not worry about them. Many things are just not going to get any better. That's OK, 'cause they're really pretty good. Let's say I take that excess energy freed up by ceasing to acknowledge bullshit and devote it to things that really matter, and who knows? Maybe I'll take less aspirin.
I know I won't be able to dodge the opponent every day, but it'll at least know I'm there.
The War on Bullshit is on. All are invited to join the effort.
We're still accepting volunteers.
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