Election Day, November 2020

Nothing in my life has prepared me for today. I’m still in shock from 2016. Really. The most qualified candidate in history for the office of President of the United States won the popular vote by three million votes, but thanks to our archaic electoral college system, lost to a misogynistic reality tv star who subsequently became arguably the worst president in American history. Whew.

And now, here we are four years later with a well-qualified former vice-president running against the same asshat who stole the 2016 election. and dare I mention that the aforementioned asshat has a cult following that would literally support him even if he shot a person in broad daylight on 5th Avenue.

Crazy stuff.

Add in the weird QAnon conspiracy theorists who honestly believe that Trump is single-handedly saving the world from a nefarious child sex trafficking organization run by high profile democrats, and you have a real freak show. It’s exhausting.

So, even though I’m not prepared for today, I’m meeting it head on. With beer and wine and perhaps champagne if Joe Biden wins. I’m not making a prediction, but heaven help us if Trump gets four more years.

Peace, people.

Dawn of the Living Sign

I planted this sign at the entrance to our housing development last night, fully expecting it to be gone this morning.

Lo, and behold, it was still standing this morning. Now, let’s see if it survives Halloween.

Many Biden signs have graced the same spot only to be stolen or destroyed within a day or two. Residents of my neighborhood have taken turns replacing the signs as they’ve disappeared. It was my turn. And guess what? I have a backup in my trunk.

Peace, people!

Tomorrow, I Vote

For nearly four years I’ve watched Donald J. Trump tromp on our freedoms, embarrass us in front of world leaders, and make a mockery of the democratic process. I’ve listened to him tell one outrageous lie after another—over 20,000 of them, the last I heard.

He’s made me cringe. Caused countless sleepless nights. He’s left me feeling helpless and hopeless, wondering if our country can survive his ignorance, his hateful rhetoric, his self-serving agenda.

With the exception of, perhaps, Andrew Jackson, this country has never had such an ill-prepared, uncouth, morally bankrupt person in the Oval Office. May we never have another.

So, tomorrow, October 19, 2020, I vote. For decency. For experience. For a return to civility. Tomorrow I vote for Joe Biden and Kamala Harris.

Peace, people.

Not Exactly Elf on the Shelf

On Wednesday I received a surprise gift in the mail from friends in Kansas. I couldn’t imagine what the box might contain, but being the overgrown kid I am I ripped into it with wild abandon. Good thing I’m not on anyone’s anthrax delivery list! As far as I know, anyway.

To my delight this is what the box contained:

Note the position of his middle finger, above.

Note the back of the box, below:

I wrestled for a second with whether I should keep the box sealed for posterity’s sake, but again, I couldn’t resist opening it up so trump, the over-reaction figure, could embark on a variety of adventures in the vein of Elf on the Shelf.

I didn’t have to wait long for him to make a move, either. The angry little dude got into my reading material and flipped off Joe Biden’s book:

Maybe I can teach my Trump on the Stump some manners while he’s a guest in my home. I have a feeling I’m going to need to start with the basics, though.

Peace, people.