Some mornings you wake up and straggle-stretch your way to the coffee cup in a state of dismal despair thinking about the state of the world. Which is, well… awful. And you wonder if you’re going to either spontaneously combust from outrage or become emotionally paralyzed by all the purported polycrises occurring in this ridiculous world of the new abnormal.
And you look at the weather forecast and it has an extreme cold warning and out the window the skies are still grey like tarnished silver. That’s when you say you’re gonna take the blue pill instead of the red pill that day. …
It was an act of love. If you can’t see that, there is little hope. Perhaps then, the only consolation to those of us who despair is we can say, after all the evidence has started piling up, “the truckers were right after all.” Figure it out people. Love is all.
https://off-guardian.org/2023/02/09/keep-on-trucking-in-the-free-world/
