The only thing that’s more dangerous than Brett Kavanaugh’s drunken past is the fog that half of our country is in, thanks to Fox News. I’m dubbing it “inFOXication.”
It’s a huge problem. Its mistruths and far-right-wing agenda continually infoxicate swaths of the populace, and then circle back to the Oval Office itself (or the Presidential bedroom, but let’s not go there).
Other than a catchy hashtag, I doubt I’m offering anything new here. But I can’t sleep.
In the wee hours of the morning, I wake up to the feeling of chemicals (cortisol?) coursing through my body, especially my legs. Some of that is normal — the cortisone hormone, produced by the adrenal glands, peaks in the morning to help us wake up. But this partial list of symptoms definitely nails my cortisol overload:
- back pain
- weight gain
- thin skin (dunno if this is literal or metaphoric, but the latter applies to moi)
- decreased concentration
- low libido
- acne (do canker sores count? I had a brutally painful one last week that even made my bottom front teeth hurt)
- impaired memory (especially short-term memory)
- blood sugar dysregulation . . .
I have all but one of those, but I ain’t saying which.
I’ll channel my inner Christine Blasey Ford now and tell you that the hypothalamic–pituitary-adrenal (HPA) axis is a critical physiological system that mediates responses to all types of physical and psychological stress. When that stress is chronic, the delicate feedback system that is the HPA axis becomes damaged.
In other words: Cue the cortisol.
My standard morning habit has been to reach for my phone and read the daily New York Times email. But lately it’s been so upsetting that it ruins my day before it’s even started. A typical day last week included the Kavanaugh accusations, a massive tsunami in Indonesia, 1,600 migrant children in Texas tents, long lines at hospitals in China, six months to Brexit, and of all things, kosher bacon — because apparently we need to eat more pigs. So I’m now on Day 5 of avoiding the news until after I’ve had my coffee. Thank goddess for Matt Damon and SNL. (And yes, I watched the whole damn Kavanaugh hearing — and listened to the Susan Collins speech yesterday as well.)
That said, on Day 2, after I made my morning coffee, I clicked on the Times email . . . and before it had even opened, that cortisol shot through my system and I literally had a hot flash that kept me sweating for several minutes.
Then the test of the new “Presidential Alert” text message came through. Do they really have to call it a “Presidential Alert”? Isn’t it scary enough already? My friend Jill (symptoms: back pain, bad dreams) just texted me, “We are already on presidential alert.” Exactly.
And the Senate hasn’t even voted on the Supreme Court confirmation yet, although it should be happening any moment as I write this, and we know what the numbers are.
Speaking of the Prez, his latest regulation rollback is on cheese. Specifically, the cheese exported to Canada. It’s part of the new, elegantly named “United-States-Mexico-Canada Agreement” (that flows off the tongue, doesn’t it?). It’s not enough to roll back protections on mercury emissions from coal-burning power plants, methane pollution, fuel efficiency, healthcare, pharmaceuticals, women’s rights, and the justice system itself. The dude just can’t see past the dollar bill. Sad.
And he says he’s never touched alcohol. He doesn’t need to — he watches Fox News.
I mean, even William Shatner gets it. (I got an email from him the other day, too. Apparently he’s a WWF Ambassador.)
I might leave it at that today. I took the summer off of the blog, obvs. Went on a bicycle tour in Southwestern Ireland; spent some time in Galicia, Spain, with an old roommate who lives there; and saw some friends in London (and my parents, who were on their way to one of their cruises). While I was there, I did the anti-Trump march with my friends Lauren & Andrew — that was super cool, despite not seeing the big baby Trump balloon. But I did see a really good impersonator, with his magenta tights, white stilettos and “Make America Gay Again” cap. Kinda random, but awesome.
I also went to an environmental sustainability conference in Sun Valley, Idaho. I’ll try to write about that later, if I can find my way out of this cortisol attack.
So it’s baby steps here with the blog. Meanwhile, Lordy, what are we gonna do about the propaganda machine that’s hypnotized an awful lot of nice people in this country? (And some not so nice ones.) Has anyone noticed that Don Jr. is dating a former Fox news host?
It’s not even fun to talk about politics anymore. My dad and I bonded over it for the first part of Trump’s reign (“Can you believe what he just did??”), but now it’s just too much. Amiright? Is this how it happens . . . ?
So let’s name the #infoxication of America, shall we? I know it doesn’t change what the power-hungry are doing in Washington this afternoon, but they seriously need to be called out on this S*#t.
Comment HERE. I’m gonna go take a nap.