“What the hell is going on?”

Ah. Remember that line? The Donald?

I have this desperate, innate desire to feel that everything is under control.

My control.

I desperately want to feel like I have my finger on the pulse of the world. Nobody’s going to come along and upset my apple cart. God’s in his heaven, all’s right with the world, yadda, yadda. (My world, at least.)

I desperately want to feel like I know what’s going on.

Desire is the wrong word. More like, a guttural, animalistic urge.

And when this urge is unsatisfied for long enough, when there’s too much change that I hadn’t foreseen, my instinctive reaction is, What the hell is going on?

You have this same urge.

The Idiot in you says, Somebody DO something.

Why isn’t anybody DOING something?

I’m gonna vote Brexit. Or for the Donald. At least HE’s going to DO SOMETHING. Turn back the clock.

(Disclaimer: I am neither pro- nor anti-Donald. I just think he’s the most masterful politician in a long time at tapping into people’s innate I-wanna-know-Give-me-back-control.)

The Wise Guy in you says, This is a fallacy.

I don’t know what’s going on, I never DID know what’s going on. Hell, I’m barely able to control my own body, never mind the world around me.

But I’m still curious. So I’m going to keep my mouth shut, stand to one side, and watch. And observe.

I might get lucky, and figure out what’s really going on.

Idiot.

And Wise Guy.

Choose which wolf you feed.

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