Still hurting today, but it’s mellowing out a bit. I think this time around it is just the muscle strain and tension putting additional pressure on my damaged nerves and the stretching and rest is finally relieving that.
I still need to get the basil transplanted, but I also need space to place the trays – since we were using the stovetop yesterday I didn’t bring the plants that would have spent the night there in when I brought the others in and forgot them outside overnight. I don’t think the tomato that I babies and kept overwinter will make it, but I think the peppers might pull through.
I had a friend ask me yesterday why I didn’t attend the Libertarian state convention, why I wasn’t going to National, and why I was pretty much over the entire party. Well for starters, I wouldn’t even be a member of the state party anymore if they had their shit together and had removed me from auto renew as instructed over a year ago, but since they can’t seem to even get simple little things like that right, I guess they want me to be their problem for at least another year.
Really, though, it boiled down to another reason – for most of the members of the state party, their membership, and to an extent politics in general, forms their entire personality and identity. It seems that like vegans or crossfitters, they can’t go five minutes without talking about how they are Libertarian. And though I can be guilty of that in some regards, I want no part of that, nor do I want to associate with an organization that will sell out its members to promote or support a duopoly candidate.
My identity has always been held separate from organizations I participate in, and I’ve been selective about those I associate with. I have a large network of acquaintances, but I am quite selective about who I call a “friend,” and frankly, most of the cunts in the state party don’t make the cut. My friend suggested I join the party he is a member of, but beside the fact that their morals and politics are just as authoritarian as the other, I have no desire to make a political party my “tribe.”
I don’t have a need to constantly socialize with people just to socialize, nor a need to have a constant stream of events to attend. I’m perfectly content living remotely with a tight circle of friends that I would risk my own safety for as they would do the same for me. I’m much happier without the constant bombardment of political messaging. I’m much better off without the drama of a political party.
He took it pretty well and left the, “well, if you change your mind…” opening before we changed topics, but there’s only one way I’d ever willingly call myself a Republican…
…if I lived in Ireland.
I did tell him about some of the shady shit the state party is/was up to, but who knows what, if anything, will come out of that.
Anyhow…
Song of the day: Fashionable People by Joel Plaskett Emergency
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