It’s February, 2025, and I’m grateful my Social Security payment appeared in my account on Friday afternoon.
It’s quite the statement, actually,
because a year ago it wouldn’t have occurred to me to be concerned. But for the
past 20 days a feral pack of loser incels has been swarming like locusts from federal agency
to federal agency, connecting devices to systems holding the most sensitive
information in the country, downloading and adding data, and generally whizzing
on everything within reach, under the aegis of a ketamine-stoked über willie-waving
incel while the Adderall-addled president jerks around the media between rounds
of golf and plans to use the Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts for WWF
competitions.
I mean—Pillsbury Spock has tweeted “Death
to USAID”, stopped all payments to the National Institutes for Health (thus
halting critical scientific and medical research), held up the threat of mass firings and promised to move into the
FAA and air traffic control systems (coded in COBOL) to “fix them”.
Like he did to Twitter.
So, yeah—when I didn’t see my monthly
retirement payment (reflecting the money I’ve paid into the system for
decades), I got green around the gills. And when I finally saw it on Friday, I
was relieved. And grateful that—despite their best efforts—some of the
government is still working. So far.
©2025 Bas Bleu
