Somedays, I just don’t think it’s worth it anymore. No, nothing morose more than watching the news. It’s pathetic and is slowly becoming a one note tune or how’s this: fingernails on a blackboard. If you’re old enough to remember blackboards in classrooms, a jaw-tightening shiver, ran down you spine.

From the latest drumbeat of cocaine in the White House all the way back to, well, I forget because I’m hoping that the “news” will find something that is actually news and not just a repeat of yesterday, last week, or last month. We have yoo many partisans though for that to happen: for every nrgativr Biden story, someone has a negative story about the opposing side.

The public is caught on the middle. If you happen to be skeptical of the Ukraine war, you’re in the crapper with the establishment of both parties. Will the DOJ be investigating those that are skeptical of the billions we’ve “invested” in Ukraine? If they were willing to investigate angry parents at school board meetings, what will they do if you question anything else they do?

I choose to remain a skeptic, not of every word said by any representative of our government, what an awful existence that would be, but to beware of too much “good news” from not only media sycophants, but government officials of any party.

We should always keep our skeptic caps ready to don at any moment. We never know exactly when the next misinformation episode will air with complete agreement from the media (“mostly peaceful protests”) while their own live shots show city blocks in flames. Thar’s bad enough, but then there’s the disinformation eagerly attended by those same wagging tails.

Our best interests are best attended by ourselves.