I usually open these things with a joke. I had written one specifically for this post, but I deleted it along with the entirety to the paragraph. Most of the time I can find a way to laugh through the pain. This time, however, I don’t feel it’s appropriate.
I know what you’re thinking. “Oh no. Here comes another rant!” Well this is a different rant with a different subject. Last time I wrote about our ineffectual leadership and the partisanship of the Coronavirus. This time I’m speaking of a more dangerous problem.
Stupidity.
Sometimes you have to ask yourself the hard questions. Why did I leave the dog in charge? Why did I think it was a good idea to lead my ex to believe I wanted to get together? Why did I think it was funny to teach my kid all those swears?
But I think the most poignant question people aren’t asking themselves is: “Why?“
Alright. I wasn’t going to do this. I really didn’t want to, either. But I was big birded big time this morning while posting a pitch during a hashtag game on Twitter. At least I thought it was a game…
Turns out it’s much more than that.
