These were one day’s news stories. They really settled a problem for me. I have been torn between (A) migrating to a little island in Polynesia where there is no Internet and I hear they no longer sacrifice virgins to the volcano god, (B) transmogrifying myself into a house elf to work in the kitchens at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry where there is job security and a decent wage if you simply ask for it, or (C) withdrawing into the chemical haze I missed when the Hippies were showing us how to do it colorfully 50 years ago.
It’s clear that I don’t need to do any of those things because we already have been transported into a fantasy reality.
The only way to make sense out of what’s going on is to realize that nothing is real. It’s not supposed to make sense. I can transform all this into any fantasy I find amusing. The President-elect and everybody else are doing that, so why not me?
Rev. Dr. Kenneth Dobson posts his weekly reflections on this blog.