Month: April 2025

Remember when you got a new 45 rpm record with a song you just loved? It had a “hook” in it that you couldn’t get out of your mind. You played it over and over again. You knew every note, every lyric. You hummed it to yourself. You sang it in the shower. It caused an emotional response.

At some point, you simply got tired of it.

This phenomenon is called Hedonic Adaptation. It’s the concept that when we experience something enjoyable repeatedly or in excess, our emotional response to it diminishes over time. Essentially, we get used to it, and it no longer feels as special or exciting.

BEWARE OF THIS PHENOMENON when reading all the GOOD headlines and associated articles.

We’re getting too used to the announcements of ICE/CBP/DEA/ATF/FBI/Local LEO roundups of illegal aliens.

We’re getting too used to the fact that our border is NOW closed!

We’re becoming blasé about the return of normalcy.

We must resist the tendency to expect “our next fix” of good news.

We must continue to celebrate that law and order is slowly but surely coming back to our land.

We must lengthen our attention spans, step back and look at the big picture of the turnaround that is occurring in America and not expect a rah rah headline every day, every hour or every minute.

You get the idea.

Meanwhile, let’s enjoy watching the Democrats continue to make fools of themselves.

Let’s enjoy seeing videos of multi-colored-hair losers prancing around with their stupid signs, chanting their trite and childish slogans led by Dem(agogue), hypocrite, leftist ‘leaders’ (Pelosi, Schumer, Jeffries, Murphy, Hogg, AOC, Ohmar, Raskin, and so many other clowns…).

Let’s laugh together.

Let’s not allow ourselves get tired of this!

As I leaf through the images of the 50501 protests around the country I’m sickened by what I see. The detritus of humanity: the unproductive, the losers, the self-absorbed, the ignorant, the spoiled, the impetuous, the insolent, the corrupt, the desperate-for-attention, the FOMO, the lemmings, the addled, the dumbed-down, the brain-polluted, the brain-dead, the indolent, the limp-wristed underbelly of our society with their multi-colored hair, pre-printed placards and obnoxious, droning “Hey Hey Ho Ho” chants…I’m disgusted by it all.

How sick is this? From what you recall of history, is this not the substance of the communist revolution? That may sound hyperbolic, but to suggest that these orchestrated “protests” are similar to the 18th century uprisings is not fanciful.

Yes, I know I’m supposed to be tolerant of all people, open to dialogue, respectful of different opinions.

But these people (I hesitate to call them that… ‘vermin’ is more apt) don’t have opinions, they won’t listen to reason or facts or arguments based on reality. They don’t even know what is real anymore! Up is down, right is left, men are women, women are men, or “non-gendered”.

“Oh,” my well-to-do, highly educated liberal acquaintances will say, “They’re just opposing the chaos that Orange Man has wrought.” “Look what he’s done to democracy, to the rule of law, he’s a dictator, he’s inhuman, he’s a fascist, he’s not a legitimate president…” and so on and so forth. These used to be, nominally, friends. Now I can’t stand to be around them. I dread going to the grocery store and having to stand in line with these self-absorbed, in-your-face wastoids.

Occasionally I’ll see a “normal” mom with kids in tow, dressed like kids are supposed to be dressed and behaving like kids are supposed to behave. It’s jarring…so unexpected…almost out of place!

But refreshing. I almost feel like approaching them and saying, “Thank you for being normal.”

In fact, there have been times in a restaurant when I’ve stopped at a table with a mom and dad and two kids quietly sipping milk, no iPads, Apple watches or iPhones in sight, and offered my compliments on just how wonderful it was to behold the scene they made.

By way of contrast, I’m becoming immune to the depravity around me.

As I sit here trying to articulate my dismay and sadness with what’s going on in our country at the moment, I’m at a loss for words. Writers far wiser than I have said it better. I merely add my contempt and revulsion to theirs.

But it’s Easter Sunday. One side of my face is bright red and painful. I shall try to turn and offer the other side.