by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner
I do my best writing when I have a perceived enemy to rant about. I’m not saying the fine folks of “Mueller, She Wrote” are my enemies, per say, but I do have beef. They blocked me for simply stating the obvious — no one is going to save us. No amount of Twitter threads with lookie lookie eye emojis or “booms” is going to change that the United States faces a systemic collapse at the moment with no ready endgame.
Anyway, the point is — lulz, I don’t really care. Whatever. I do like having a running gag where I harp on something over and over and over again for comic effect. At the moment, it’s Mueller, She Wrote because before they blocked me they seemed so…stuck in 2017? Like, when we thought Mueller was going to save us all from Trumplandia?
BOY, were we all naïve.
Anyway, I seem to recall from a Deep State Radio episode recently that Mueller, She Wrote is based out of Sacramento. And, I’ve started to get a weird uptick of hits from….someone in Sacramento.
I have no idea if it’s them or not, but it if it was it would be HILARIOUS. I just hate that I’m being pushed for stating the obvious — maybe no one is going to save us and we’re fucked? Maybe instead of pinning our hopes on a collapsing political system, we start to game out what we’re going to do when we either have a civil war, an autocracy or a military junta?
Anyway, it’s not personal, it’s more of a personal writing trope than anything else. Just like the guy who wrote Midnight Cowboy said when asked how he wrote screenplays, “I hate, A LOT.”
Wink.
