Unreality is All There Is

​Yesterday:
 

• The President-elect of the USA reiterated he has declared war on the “War on Christmas” his people conjured up, in order to make it safe again to wish people Merry Christmas (although increasingly unsafe to say nice things to people celebrating any of the 28 other holidays this season).
• A Turkish policeman murdered the Russian ambassador to Turkey on world-wide TV, to single-handedly take revenge on Russia for their bombing of Aleppo in Syria.
• Police in Denver went around on the coldest night of the year so far, a week before Christmas, confiscating all the bedding of homeless people sleeping on the street.
• A hijacker killed the driver of a truck in Berlin and plowed into a row of Christmas shops, and the Berlin police lost the culprit by chasing and capturing an innocent man because he was a migrant from Pakistan.
• The most spectacular explosion of this year of bombings was a fireworks market in Mexico.

 
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?