Ostriches don’t bury their heads in the sand. They lay eggs in the sand. Then they stick their heads down there among the eggs from time to time to make sure everything’s okay with the eggs. But I like to believe they bury their heads in the sand as a way to hide from bad news. Cuz if I was an Ostrich I would bury my head in the sand.

Cuz no news is good news!

I’m the Gloomy Boomer and this is my blog

I hide out on this boat at the sailing school marina in Sausalito.

I fixed up the interior a little to make it more comfortable to hide out in.

It’s an old boat. But that’s okay. I’m an old Dude. I’m seventy-three. Born the year this other old dude took office as President.

That would be 1953. He was a general before he was president. As Presidents go, he was okay. As generals go, he was exceptional.

Personally, I preferred this guy as President.

He wasn’t exactly exceptional. But he was a Democrat. I’m a Democrat. A far-left Democrat. Born the year after Truman left office. I prefer Democrats over Republicans. Republicans suck. They secretly know they suck and they don’t give a shit. They’re defiant. That’s the only thing I like about Republicans. Their defiance. I admire the sentiment. The willingness to take a stand. Cause trouble if necessary. Okay, but so what? A rattlesnake is defiant. A rabid dog is defiant. Donald Trump is defiant. You gotta factor in the repercussions.

I’m a member of the baby boomer generation. I grew up in the sixties. The age of Aquarius. We were promised a new era of Peace, Love and Understanding. None of it panned out. This is what I mean when I say I’m a Gloomy Boomer. I came out of the Hippie Ether to find that we turned out to be just as stupid, craven, selfish, narrow-minded, hateful and cruel as all the generations that came before. This pisses me off when I bother to think about it. So, I don’t think about it very much.

To Hell with the Boomers.

IF I sound defiant it’s because I am defiant.

Here’s another weird thing: I like being an old dude. Even though being an old dude really sucks. Being old is like owning a beat up car. Every other day something breaks. If by a little miracle, you’re still on the road cuz something broken fixed itself, well, that’s good news. But good news only delays the real bad news…the rainy day when they finally haul your jalopy ass to the junk yard.

On the other hand, I like to put on a cheery face.

A smile beats a scowl any day of the week.

“Nulla nuova, buona nuova”

The above Italian phrase is henceforth my personal motto.

The dog that caught the car

The midterm election turned out way better than I expected. Ron DeSantis, the bigot governor of Florida, calls the fallout from the Democratic victories a “near extinction event” for the Republican party. That’s good. Get rid of the lot of them. Voters pretty much did. They did what somebody who’s supposed to know better called unthinkable.

They Turned Texas Blue.

They made this Crook a loser.

And they made this kid a winner.

And then all over the country they dumped the Usual Suspects.

Like this Chick from Colorado. Loren Boebert, I think’s her name.

Looks a lot like an old college sweetheart of mine. Brenda was her name. She dumped me for a Banker. You win a few, you lose a few…

Now Democrats control the Congress. Both houses. What will they do?

I don’t know.

I know what I would do.

Off with their miserable lying heads. All of them. I’d start with Trump’s cabinet…

But you don’t get what you want in a Democracy. Especially the good old U.S.A. style Democracy. What you get here is more news. News about shady deals. Back-biting. Behind the scenes maneuvering. Chaos. Maybe even more chaos than we had prior to the mid-terms. You’re left wishing that things will get better now that sensible and decent people are in partial control. But that’s a pipe dream. What you will get is simply more news. Good news. Promising news. Questionable news. Bad news. Until you’re sick to death of the news.

And then you get this:

Gollum…

Well…all I can say is

“Nulla nuova, buona nuova”

And have a nice day.