Cat: Crises, as in plural.

In which Uriel details his stress inventory again.

Troubles, Foreign and Domestic

A refugee from a troubled household is sofa-surfing on our couch. And a critical computer hardware failure over at 😻’s place has caused an inability to game, or cope.

When the latter happens to me, I have a clear-cut response, specifically I focus all my efforts to getting my computer working again until it does. (This blog has followed this process before), in cases of grand mal failures, I resort to upgrade therapy, which is retail therapy focused specifically on making a bigger, better, happier system. And that’s what I’m doing for 😻

Regarding the former situation for me it’s a matter of exercising self-awareness. Truth to tell, I enjoy living in an active household, and was a participant in one in my late twenties. And yet, then I always could go home, pet my cat, say hi to my roommate and otherwise have quiet time in solitude. Now that I’m fifty (or will be in months), I require more quiet time, and yet my space for it is not a three-mile bike ride away. Easier to crawl to, yet easier to interrupt.

But what makes it a crisis situation is not that there’s a person on my sofa, or even adjusting while the new social dynamics become routine, but that she left her old place on contentious grounds, and there’s children involved. And other involved parties don’t entirely understand the gravity of the situation. And… and…

As such, I’m willing to endure a surfing guest until I go mad from overcrowding or whatever complications occur from extra people. If past experiences serve, that interim can run months or even a couple of years. For now, my concern is about our surfer’s life stabilizing enough to where she can make sane decisions about permanent habitation. I’m worrying about a situation over which I have no control.

The Decline and Fall

Also, Trump continues to be President. Sadder still is the realization that the Democrats are still up to their old tricks of slightly being less bad than the Republicans. Granted (as I mentioned previously in passing) Trump actually serves the resistance better in office disrupting the Republican agenda of dismantling public services with his self-sabotaging shenanigans, so we have until the elections of 2018 at least for the DNC to get its act together. But their representatives still seem to believe their problems is messaging, rather than their mostly-corporate-decided platform.

Currently, the two party’s campaigning statements go something like this:

Vote Republican: Because the Democrats are pussies and they suck.

Vote Democrat: Because if you don’t you get Republicans.

This messaging is essentially the hope and change campaign that Obama ran in 2008, minus actual hope or change. It’s what some have described as the race to the bottom. It means our DNC candidate is going to throw a bone or two towards social equality, but otherwise follow their corporate masters as per the status quo.

This presumes hate-based campaigning in order to sustain a monied-interest agenda. The thing is, the Republicans are better at it. They have better memes, and some hate non-white-males so much they’re not willing to accept a government system implemented by a black guy. And curiously, they’d rather die without healthcare than use a black guy’s system. It’s kinda culty and scary and really not the kind of people I want to share a nation with. (I will, but I won’t like it, and I want policies that neutralize such prejudices.)

We need — we want — an issues based administration. Bernie Sanders sometimes seemed to be that, or at least closer to that than anyone else. Not that I trust him. Neither Obama nor Bush were who they campaigned as once they became President. Trump was not who he promised he’d be, but he is exactly what I expected.

Until we choose to campaign and govern based on issues rather than hatred, we’re just going to see more Trumps as President, and worse Trumps. They’ll be meaner, more self interested, more corrupt, more misguided. And we’ll resist them and resent them and crack jokes at their expense, but they’ll sometimes get stuff done that continues to wreck the United States.

Our future presidents will make Donald Trump look not-so-bad the way Trump makes George W. Bush look not-so-bad. All the while, America’s aristocracy is siphoning off the people’s assets and dumping their profits into offshore bank accounts.

When the US collapses under its own bankruptcy, our wealthiest one-thousandth will shuffle off to Monaco while our various races, religions and ideologies blame each other and we go to civil war based on spite.

…Unless we can do something to fix it. Can being an operative word. It may be too late already, I’m afraid. And I don’t know what would make the difference. This is a problem I do not know how to solve.

Yahtzee’s Dream

In 2008, Yahtzee Croshaw reviewed Saints Row 2. In his critique, he imagined a yet-to-be-developed sandbox game in which the player customizes a supervillain fit for the Batman rogues gallery. Said villain would go on his rampage of mischief and mayhem until the police and eventually some Batman expies come to stop him. Mr. Croshaw’s point was that SR2 was pretty close to that game as it stood. There wasn’t much in supernatural stuff (a little voodoo and a flyable flying saucer) but the Boss (the player) had access to gunships and sewage tankers and countless other engines by which to cause explosions and otherwise make his mark on the city.

Saints Row, The Third very much defined the world as one of superheros and super-powered hijinks. Saints Row IV put the player in The Matrix which justified not only the Matrix style abilities via exploits of simulation glitches but also keeping the Boss and the Saints hostile to the environment and the systems of authority that preserved its status quo. So SR4 essentially is the supervillain game that Croshaw imagined.

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