WAKING UP TO THE SOUND OF INTERVENTION

Waking up? That’s what happens after you sleep long enough.

It’s not the same as woke, but after sleeping long enough the idea of social justice might be more than an afterthought.

The alert readers on boomerpdx can sense a thread going through most posts: Trying to do better, making a better life for others, is not a bad thing.

How does a blog do that?

One night you go to bed dog tired, happy to tuck in all warm and cozy.

The next day you’re waking up to a new reality.

I hope this is something you never have to experience.

Toward the end of 2016 I got the news I dreaded: lab tests came back positive for cancer.

Studies may have found that American men have about a 40% chance of developing cancer in their lifetimes. 

 

Nearly half of us American men will find cancer in our future, our present, our past? That’s what the numbers say from the Mayo Clinic.

Like this saying “Life is not about what happens, it’s how you respond to what happens” cancer is the scary shit you need to confront and adjust to.

After all of the testing and appointments and scheduling, I started on the trail to a cure in January of 2017.

What I learned along the way was that people, qualified, licensed, and tested people handled cancer detection and cancer care.

After eight years of the Obama Administration taking care of things, the new guy came in.

Shocking, but the will of the people spoke: Out with the old, in with the new.

Except the new guy had never held any elective office, a rookie.

What did he have to do with cancer treatment? I wasn’t feeling so hot to begin with, and it didn’t get better.

Did the new guy have empathy for those of us under the gun?

We found out later with the covid problem. The new guy was lost in his own world of science denial, ignorance, and fear, which to be honest is how most cancer patients feels.

The doctors screwed up. They got the wrong guy.

It’s not cancer.

 

All Of Which Are Wrong When Waking Up

I’m not saying the new guy was a cancer, just that he didn’t seem to give a shit, give a fuck, or care for much of anything outside himself.

He was a downer, and it’s not like he mattered in terms of health care, but he was a distraction to getting my mind set on getting better.

Eventually I finished the prescribed treatment and began the real failure to improve.

That’s when my intervention team took over.

Their’s was a relay race of taking turns yelling at me to snap the hell out of it, do what I needed to do, and stop being a bitch.

At the end I thanked my wife and kids for their effort and lo and behold I did snap out of it, did what I needed to do, and stopped being a bitch.

Fast forward to 2024.

The new guy in 2017 is four years out of office and sniffing around for another round.

What did he learn the first time? Not much. How could he do better?

Would his wife and kids sitting him down and telling him to snap out of it, do what he needed to do, and stop being a bitch make him a better person?

Probably not since the major defect seems genetic.

But you can help him by voting for the other guy in 2024.

You’ll feel better for not enabling a smug fucker a platform to look down from.

He’s already looking down on his base, his family, and the city he grew up in.

He’l looking down on you, your sister, your mother, and your grandmother.

Need more proof? Tune into his rally talk, then listen to his suck-ups celebrate him.

Don’t be a suck-up, or take a knee for him.

It won’t go well if that’s what you’re waking up to.