Unleash The Hounds

I've forgotten where we are going to war this week?  

Are we finished with Venezuela and those nasty little boats in the ocean?  

Greenland seems safe for the moment, FFOTUS having walked away from some meeting or other with a shiny object in his tiny hand.

That old staple, Iran, has been back in the news, but the absurdity of an American President with his own private police force cracking down on the Iranian government for going after protesters in the street has been too much for me to bear.  

I've been focused on local issues (Savannah Guthrie's mom; the RTA; what to replant and replace in Grandma's Garden).  I thought that the national issues could do without me for a while.  

Yesterday, I read several reports of Congressional leaders talking about the phone calls they've been getting.  There are lots of them and they are not happy and our representatives seem to be taking notice.  

Suddenly, I'm feeling quite guilty.  I haven't been making my phone calls.  

My phone refuses to sync to my car.  Without that connection, my drive to Prince or Pilates or mahjongg is not longer my place to vent.  I knew that the vehicle had to be stopped to press 1 to leave a message with Sen. Gallego or 2 to holler at Rep. Ciscomani; I dialed as the traffic lights turned red and made my point as I drove across town.  

This was an efficient use of my time.  It allowed me to vent my spleen and leave the residue in the car.  I really don't want FFOTUS or his minions in my personal space at home, but now, in order to be a diligent practitioner of democracy I have no choice.

I tried sitting in the driveway and talking, but it felt ridiculous.  I can't hold my phone while I drive because that's just not safe.  I really should figure out why the Bluetooth isn't syncing well with my hearing aids as well as the car, but until I visit the Verizon store that's just not going to happen.  

It's not a problem my usual fix (turn it all off and wait) has solved.  I'm going to have to bite the bullet and spew political venom all over my house so that I, too, can once again be counted in all those phone calls demanding that ICE lose their masks and their warrantless searches and their Director and everyone involved in this travesty.

Sigh.