If I may. I’ve been writing these pieces for 3 years now. Some are free, but most of them are for paid subscribers. Sometimes I feel like I’m whispering in a gale. But still I go on, and I’m gonna keep on keeping on because I want to be able to look back on days like this and recall how I felt. I write because screaming is not really an option when the house is sleeping. It is work though. Lots of hours and teeth grinding, done in the evenings and on the weekends. I humbly ask for $5 a month. I do not take this ask lightly. But every little bit helps cushion the landing. Please and thank you….
I was wrong.
Staggeringly wrong.
Until last night, I never thought we were outnumbered.
I always considered it not much more than a rather large cult of weirdos. Even when he won in 2016 it was hard to take the whole thing seriously. It was almost like a big lab experiment….people voting for him just to watch sacred cows like the Clintons and the Bush dynasty squirm. But in 2020, after 4 years of embarrassing the nation on a daily basis, he was sent packing. As a parting gift to the media, on the way out the door he sent his monkeys both scurrying over the Capital walls, and to smear shit ON the Capitol walls. Weird and kinda gross, but it was high drama and and great television. But still it didn’t change anything…..other than getting most of his lawyers disbarred and a handful of people killed. He was gone for good. A monstrous boil on the ass of history, but still only a boil. He’d now have to pay for his own fucking golf. We shall overcome and all that.
Except he wouldn’t go away. Couldn’t really. It was either the White House or prison. Not sure that’s what the founding fathers had in mind, but whatever.
Biden made the mistake of getting old, and Harris made the mistake of being a black woman in a nation that considers both blacks and women to be second class citizens. The weirdos were still out there, flags flying, filled with rage and cognitive dissonance, standing back and standing by. They scratched the P and the E off their signs and used a sharpie to add V and A. Fascism was gaining ground, pumped up by Elon Musk’s billions and the obsequious press, who spent more time writing “Is Kamala really black?” stories than they did about Trump’s obvious mental collapse. Under Musk, Twitter turned into a 24/7 virtual Klan rally….a sort of 21st century Der Sturmer. Trump’s outrageous behavior was now completely normalized by publications who were too frightened of his rage to even endorse his opponent. He could store classified documents in his fucking bathroom. His 34 felonies convictions were treated like jaywalking tickets. Him being prolifically rapey was hardly mentioned at all. He could now suck a microphone like a dick for laughs, while national security implications were found in Harris’s loud cackle and her pearl earrings.