I need a haircut.
But I promise I won’t march to the legislature in Victoria, carrying an AR-15 to protest that I can’t have one.
I’ll just tie up a few loose ends in an elastic band and wait until I can get a trim without putting people in danger.
Oh the privations we suffer! Hell it’s almost as bad as a war with bombs raining down and curfews and food rations. Right? No? Isn’t it interesting how those folks sucked it up and we weep like babies because we have to stay home and watch Netflix. Life is so harsh.
In other news, people like John Horgan and Jason Kenney (and their minions) are rubbing their hands in glee as they lift environmental restrictions, allow open pit coal mines to operate in the mountains and build pipelines like mad because the law doesn’t allow protestors to gather.
Oh – wait – yes, it’s okay to protest having to wear a mask while carrying firearms. Not okay to protest pipelines being built on indigenous lands.
That makes sense.
In other news, disaster capitalism is in full swing while billionaires get richer and richer and everyone else falls deeper into despair while they see their temporarily increased salaries clawed back because, you know, we can’t afford it.
Back home – it has been raining. I got eggplants in the ground and a few weeds pulled. Planning on a full-on gardening day tomorrow because the sun is supposed to shine and I think it’s going to be lovely to be out there tending the plants all day, even if it’s mostly about pulling weeds.
Now if only I could get my hands on some asparagus and sunflowers…