A friend of mine mentioned the other day that things just seem….well…..OFF lately. He couldn’t really explain what he meant, but I agreed with him anyway. There’s an almost overwhelming sense of dread out there, perhaps manifesting itself in some sort of financial calamity, or a global warming-fueled catastrophe. On the back burner is always the potential for another deadly outbreak of Covid-19. Nobody looks comfortable ANYWHERE. In public, eyes are darting back and forth, ready to fend off this or that zombie apocalypse. I’m afraid to even look at the stars anymore, for fear that the government’s missing $100 million F-35 fighter jet might fall on my head. Just last week the Abington’s were nearly swept away by a sudden, out-of-nowhere, terrifying deluge that seemed almost biblical. Local schools have been subjected to almost daily bomb threats. And not to be outdone, there are now 7000 minks roaming free in Northumberland County, thanks to somebody cutting them loose from their fur farm. Game Wardens are urging residents to not approach the animal, as it can be dangerous. But humans are the same species repeatedly being caught on surveillance cameras attempting to grab selfies with bison in Yellowstone National Park. I’m sure this is going to end well.
I don’t think we used to be this stupid. This is something new. There is a disturbance in the force.