Most of the time I worry about the mental state of those people elected or appointed by those we voted for with optimism, and hope. We don’t seem to pick the right person for the job. Just like the old adage “always a Bridesmaid but never a Bride.”
There’s just not enough logic to go around, we may have mistakenly put all our marbles in one basket and wished it would stay there forever.
Now those marbles are lost.
Most of it, anyway.
I am not an Engineer. Not an Architect either. Never had the chance to involve myself with the intimacies of building houses, laying pipes nor paving roads. But I think I do possess a certain rationale, that when repairing a road, or what’s underneath these roads, requires dry climate, a team of skilled workers to systematically dig the street, replace tubes and pipes, prep the dig for setting and cement and enough heat and warmth to cure the concrete pavement.