Monday, August 1, 2016
It’s the beginning of August, and I’m obsessed with the US presidential election. I was glued to both nominating conventions, wondering what the Republican party could possibly pull off with so much conservative support missing in action and that carnival barker Donald Trump at the podium. I wondered if old-timer Hillary Clinton, of whom I’ve been a less than ardent fan, could mine her best to take down what I consider the most dangerous presidential candidate of my lifetime. This is edge-of-seat stuff for me, my brain spinning end-of-the-world dystopias at the prospect of President Trump.
Hillary is a politician, so be it. Donald is a con-man demagogue. I’m a pragmatic progressive, I can live with politicians. Someone has to get up in the morning and run countries, and I sure as hell don’t want to do it. I want to stroll down to the grocery store for a carton of milk reasonably sure that I can afford it, that the store will be open, that milk won’t poison me, and that I won’t be gunned down in the street on my way home. People I don’t know in numerous bland offices are up early and working late to preserve this world I totally take for granted. So while I’m free to voice my disapproval of whatever I wish (thanks, system), I’d like to just up-front state that I’m glad there are people who actually want to hold elected office and keep stuff running with their hard stands and compromises. Make deals, people. I’ll agitate for justice, the needle moves, the paradigm shifts, the world keeps turning. [Read more…]