L'Atelier d'Ange

I should be writing the Substack column, or at least trying. But I have no words right now. The words are just ... missing.

There is too much news going on, and not enough that's new. They weren't kidding about calling it a 'flood' of information, designed to bury us under extraneous crap. I can deal with that; I do deal with it, sorting through it to newsblog on FB as I've done the past few years. But this week nothing is standing out and waving for me to write about it. So much is either at a standstill or just not at a point that has changed. And what I need is something that is changing, so I can look at before and after or alternatives.

I am encouraged by the 9 million or so people who came out during No Kings, though the statistic is muddled -- I have seen it attributed to worldwide protests that day as well as to in-country protests, which is not helpful. But still, 9 million. And so many small places in Red states with sizeable crowds protesting -- and on my side of the street, too. So encouraging.

It just feels as if the Winter of our Discontent is still blowing winds. The only Son of York on the horizon is Jack Schlossberg, grandson of JFK and definitely a Son of York as he's New York born and bred. I do support him and if I still lived in that state would be out stumping for him -- but he's running for a Congressional seat, and that is not going to be enough to overturn the Joker in the Oval.

But it's a start. I can use a start.