Who ya gonna call for the best advice?
When you’re considering a divorce, you call … a lawyer.
When you’re concerned about your car’s engine, you call … a mechanic.
When there’s a leak under your sink, you call … a plumber.
When your electrical outlet is sparking, you call … an electrician.
When you’re considering repainting your house, you call … a painter.
When your yard needs an upgrade, you consult … a landscaper.
When you want to know about politics, you consult … a politician.
When you want to know about vaccinations, you consult … a physician.
There now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?
I’m having serious doubts about the ability of the proletariat to self-govern, there being no good option for it. It’s damn depressing.
Alarming, shocking, frightening, disgusting, horrifying, inexplicable, and yes, depressing. So very depressing. Moreso because I don’t see how, when, or where it ends or changes. It’s a cinch it won’t self-correct.
Never ceases to amaze me that so many people do otherwise.
It leaves me both amazed and horrified.