I don’t care, very much

I don’t care, very much, about exactly how we got into the mess we’re in, except to the extent necessary to get out of it.

I don’t care, very much, about whose “fault” it is. I just want us out of the mess. As a general rule, placing fault and blame is for children, the lazy and the irresponsible.

I don’t care, very much, about who “started it.” This is not a playground and we are not fourth-graders watching two kids spit on each other.

I don’t care, very much, about whether I managed to upset people on the right when I didn’t support or vote for Donald Trump in 2016. He wasn’t who I wanted in the Oval Office.

I don’t care, very much, about whether I managed to upset people on the left when I didn’t support or vote for Joe Biden in 2020. He wasn’t who I wanted in the Oval Office.

I don’t care, at all, if people think I should shut up, “knuckle under,” or just “go along to get along.” I don’t plan on doing any of those. I intend to become louder and probably increasingly obnoxious.