but not your own facts. Seems reasonable enough to me, duh. Somewhere along the way, however, all the Who, What, Where and When’s have washed into tabloid journalism. Opinions. Sensationalisms. And yes that is a word because it will be Published and that makes it true. Sunday my manfriend and I were watching the morning news shows I’m embarrassed to say. We started having very grownup discussions about the House and the Senate and serious serious stuff. But, what we discovered is we need to start back to fifth grade. And pay attention. Absorb the material. Hope that the teacher really is smarter than a fifth grader or at least have better tools at her disposable then a worn out book and chalk board. Which is really fun to clean unless you have to stay after school to do it. Great memories sigh. (And yes she probably would be a female. Just sayin.) Anyway, manfriend and I were complete duds. Not quite sure of anything. Education is wasted on the young. But…..we were being enlightened by a media that has turned opinion into fact. Which is why people forgot how to think for themselves. We have the Hollywood elite rolling down their limo windows and shouting out causes we must care about, and movements we must follow, and pins we must wear. At least they do it in really beautiful clothes so that the ten year old in me rah rah’s with them. Glitter gets me every time. Opinions. Heresay. Not allowed in court, but allowed in the media and everywhere else in the Wild Wild West of the Internet. No rules, no fact check, no editor questioning the five W’s. I keep expecting some backlash, but the dumb fifth grader in us is still quite gullible. After President Trump was elected, there was a collective ‘Whoa where did that come from?’ Briefly. Until the media twisted the narrative to their ‘opinion’ and we were left to flounder. Maybe I just need to get off the grid for awhile. Go back to the land. Raise some pigs. Put Elmers glue on the back of my hand and sprinkle it with glitter. And no I never did that. Much.