Now is not the time to hope for the best and prepare for a rest. This is the time to gird your loins (or gild them if that is what you are into,) grab the wheel and be the adult in control of the metaphorical car that is about smash into a wall coming up at the next curve which will kill all those who choose to look at fearful delusions rather than the looming crash.
And don’t think of it as a car accident. It is a car intentional. A fucking car intentional!. You are the adult you hope is at the wheel and you are all you need to get you and your loved ones through this, as I mentioned, car intentional. OK? I love you. Grab the wheel.
