Alas! Welcome, welcome, welcome rain! It looks miserable all right. But boy, it’s a welcome sight for all of us here in California. You can see the sun struggling to peek out of thick clouds as it slowly meets the horizon late afternoon. The entire Peninsula was a white haze in the distance as we approached westward from the San Mateo Bridge. One can only hope that drivers will behave and re-learn how to drive in treacherous weather.
Yes, the gloomy weather cheers us up in the Bay Area nowadays. However, as I drive home, my consciousness is jarred by news of yet another Trump antic. Sigh! When will I stop hearing about this contemptible schmuck? (Listen, KQED. I love you dearly. But you have got to stop dishing out news about him. I’m so sick of hearing about whatever insanity he spews while flailing his limbs. Quite frankly, he’s embarrassing all of us.) Here are Colbert and Stewart bending over backwards to trash him again and again on the Late Show:
Why America spends even a second of their time listening, watching, bothering with him continues to amaze me. Why the media gives him the very things he wants: air time, media time, pundit time, talk time — beats me. It’s like giving candy to a baby every time he has a tantrum. Will the tantrum ever go away? No. Will this baby ever learn to behave in a civilized society? No. Are we creating a monster? Yes. Well, not if he’s already one. We’re just making him into an Uber-monster.
I remind myself that there’s still a lot to be grateful for. Good health. Loving family. Great friends. After all, Thanksgiving was just a mere two weeks ago.
And then, there was Carolyn Hax’s article today on “Finding a happy medium with a mentally ill family member.” Now THIS is sound sensible advice. Here she gives gentle and reassuring advice on what to do with a mentally ill relative who always manages to sabotage any family gathering and turn it into a verbal mudslinging fest within seconds of sitting down to dinner. She likens the process to dealing with people who have dementia:
The thought is for now, and it’s actually a twist on a strategy for dementia caregivers, “meeting people where they are,” meaning, you don’t point out that Uncle Billy isn’t actually here, or that it’s 2015, not 1965. You don’t correct, correct, correct. Instead you go along. “So what does Uncle Billy have to say?”
She is so absolutely right. (Click the link above for the entire article. It will help you deal with irate store sales staff during the holidays too!) I plan to treat The Donald as nothing less than a demented human being. With an emphasis on the D for Demented.