Not Feeling It

I understand the U.S. men's national soccer team won its first game in the 2026 World Cup, defeating Paraguay 4-1 in spectacular fashion.  Yeah, I didn't see it.

I'm not really interested in to the World Cup this time around.  I haven't found the time to follow the tournament, mainly because I've been busy with other things.

Likewise, I barely got excited with schadenfreude when I saw that Trump's eightieth birthday party turned out to be a dud, with Trump falling asleep during the UFC fight on the White House lawn while the winner of the fight - executed in oppressive heat and humidity under a severe thunderstorm watch  - was calling Michelle Obama a man.  Maybe if there had been a severe thunderstorm that had struck the cage and electrocuted people who deserved it, I might have felt a spring in my step.  Instead, I was like, "whatever."

And the 250th anniversary of American independence?  No interest in celebrating it, which is why I'll be in London on the Fourth.  That's another post, though.

Trump has pretty much managed to suck the life out of everything in These States, and it's a wonder I can drum up enough enthusiasm to go to the supermarket.

As Van Morrison once said . . .