Plenty of things are on my mine. Some local, some national, all stressful.
I could march through here and call people out, name names, make life hell. Maybe it deserves to be hell. Maybe it already is.
The trick is that I’m a writer. My power comes from words and, more importantly, the ideas hiding between each word. More than anything else, I need to be writing. After that, I can edit, possibly even promote my work.
I can commentate on the actions of a repugnant man who’s weak temperament pushes past most forms of conflict, desperate to find the most nuclear of options.
I could talk about the unbridled greed of someone who should be a leader and is instead a flash in the pan.
Greed is your motivator, sir. If not for money, then to flaunt power.
But I will not call you out. Instead, I will sit, I will wait. Then I will write.