Thinking about orange
Early this morning when I couldn’t get back to sleep, I started thinking about the color orange. It’s not a color I use often when painting and I never wear it. My list of orange items wasn’t that long until I became more conscious: oranges, summer fruits, traffic cones, construction vehicles, day lilies, marigolds, sunsets, autumn leaves, foxes, cheddar and Cheetos. I know there are more, but if I Googled orange things, “faces” would not be on that list. (Why does he always creep into my brain in those early hours of insomnia). Even clowns don’t have orange faces! You see where I’m going with this? It’s just not normal. It’s weird. It should have been yet another sign to those who drank the Kool Aid (add that to the list).
Most should now know that an unstable demented man, our puppet president, is on shaky ground. Did you feel it March 28? I did. Hundreds of thousands of people came out, not only on America, but across the world, to voice their disgust and dissatisfaction with the self serving U.S president. It was a joyous day, filled with hope and positive energy. The momentum will keep going. The cloud will lift. Vote midterms. Article 25 needs to happen.