I have an excuse for not watching the inauguration of the 45th President of the USA: I was getting my hair done.
Also, Facebook and Twitter have been utterly depressing as of late with the avalanche of bad tidings. I fell asleep last night with my stomach in knots because Marmalade Mussolini* was going to step onto the diaz today and I fear for what is coming. Curiously enough, I also had a meeting with my financial advisor this morning and after going over a few things, I asked what his thoughts were about the outlook financially with “today’s impending events”.
My spirits were buoyed only slightly, which he said that he anticipates that these first two years will be okay financially. However, he thinks that a lot of the tax issues will result in a major deficit, Congress will begin to rein things in back to where they should be, and we’ll be worse off. He said that things will be much worse for school age children and young adults.
We spoke of racial tensions, privilege – yes, THAT privilege: “White Privilege”. And how, for some reason, there are a lot of Usonians who have the impression that you succeed in life on merit alone. Sorry folks, merit only gets you so far. Remember the famous quote, “It’s not what you know, it’s who you know“? That’s how the squeaky wheel gets the grease.
For better or for worse, that’s a significant lesson to learn; my gut feeling is that Orange Foolius* didn’t become successful because he’s a nice person. I’m a nice person, but the opportunities that have come my way are because I know people and meet people. They get to know me, see my work or talents, and from there, the opportunities arise. Afterall, I’m only walking around with an Associate of Science degree – so it’s not like I can just apply for any job waving a sheet of paper.
No, I gotta hustle. I gotta crawl out from under my rock, press-the-flesh (you know… shaking hands… not, other things), and get out my no-bullshit, shoot-from-the-hip personality to the masses.
Fortunately for all of you, I don’t go around making shit up about what I know and what I don’t know, otherwise I’d have been put in charge of the nation’s nuclear arsenal like Rick Perry. Maybe not… there had to be some significant ass-kissage to get that offer, and no thank you.
So, whether you voted for Sunkist Stalin* or not, I truly believe we’re all going to need a huge bottle of lube to get through the next four years of ass-reaming. I sincerely hope that won’t be the case, but it hasn’t looked good since November 2016.
We need to make sure to hold our employee accountable.
*Where’d I find all these names? Head on over to Luvvie Ajayi’s post “A Handy Guide to Disrespecting Cheeto Satan From Inauguration and Beyond“.