By Carrie K. Hutchens
Super Tuesday has not only kept “lying on my mind” – it has heightened the intensity of annoyance and threatens to call forth a few yells (or more) at the television set and computer monitor. How did we ever get to this point of lying as the norm among a group of people that insist they absolutely deserve our trust?
It’s crazy to say the very least of all things that could be said just now.
I hear – not by choice – ole Bloomberg’s ads and I wonder what planet he is on to so freely lies about President Trump and our country. Does he think we won’t notice his lies don’t match up to reality?
It’s mindboggling.
Mike Bloomberg, the nanny-wannabe, is apparently addressing the indoctrinated and uninformed when he makes the lying ads and statements. Why then, since I’m not one, doesn’t he stay off my computer screen and television set? I certainly didn’t invite him into my home or office or even the waiting rooms that always seem to have the television sets on the most irritating channels they could pick from.
Are they secretly testing impulse control?
Listening to “The View” in a waiting area, where one may not escape, is quite the challenge. Lies and insults and more lies and insults. And all the while, having to politely sit there and wait and wait some more and look at the clock to see how much longer I’ll be forced to endure the lies and insults, while my fumer is fuming on the inside like a volcano ready to explode and fill the room with hot lava of furious mad mean words.
How lucky my impulse control was in exceptional working order.
I fixed the problem of forced “The View” exposure by refusing to take people to any appointment where I’d be required to sit in a waiting room with a television tuned into it. However, shaking ole Bloomberg hasn’t been so easy. His ads have been all over the place and invading my space like he thinks he owns it. Like he thinks I somehow owe him my time, as he spews the lies about President Trump and our country.
I’m not for sale. My space is not for sale. But Bloomberg sure has earned my rage with those ads he bought that I have not been able to escape.
Alas, Super Tuesday may have brought relief.
Unable to buy the election thus far – there is a chance that Bloomberg will drop out of the race and fade back into his world where money means everything and honor means nothing and we won’t have to be overwhelmed with his darn ads everywhere.
What a relief. Oh, did I already mention that? Okay, then… how about we go with liberation? And liberation we got!
“Mini Mike” Bloomberg exited the race!
One down and many more to go before I no longer have “lying on my mind,” but today… I celebrate!
Copyright © 2020 Carrie K. Hutchens