Sent to me by my friend, Mary L., from an unknown author:
- I’ve been wondering why this entire country seems to be under a cloud of constant misery. Why we all seem to be Russians waiting in line for toilet paper, meat, Lysol. Hoarding yeast and sourdough starter “in case we can’t get bread”.
- Buying stamps so that one of our most beloved institutions might survive. Why we all look like we are in bad need of a haircut, or a facial or a reason to dress up again and go somewhere. Anywhere.
- There is no art in this White House. There is no literature or poetry in this White House. No music. No Kennedy Center award celebrations.
- There are no pets in this White House. No loyal man’s best friend. No Socks the family cat. No kids’ science fairs.
- No times when this president takes off his blue suit red tie uniform and becomes human, except when he puts on his white shirt khaki pants uniform and hides from Americans to play golf.
- There are no images of the first family enjoying themselves together in a moment of relaxation. No Obamas on the beach in Hawaii moments, or Bushes fishing in Kennebunkport, no Reagans on horseback, no Kennedys playing touch football on the Cape. I was thinking the other day of the summer when George H couldn’t catch a fish and all the grand-kids made signs and counted the fish-less days. And somehow, even if you didn’t even like GHB, you got caught up in the joy of a family that loved each other and had fun.
- Where did that country go? Where did all of the fun and joy and expressions of love and happiness go? We used to be a country that did the ice bucket challenge and raised millions for charity.
- We used to have a president that calmed and soothed the nation instead dividing it. And a First Lady that planted a garden instead of ripping one out. We are rudderless and joyless. We have lost the cultural aspects of society that make America great.
- We have lost our mojo. Our fun, our happiness. The cheering on of others. The shared experiences of humanity that makes it all worth it. The challenges AND the triumphs that we shared and celebrated. The unique can-do spirit Americans have always been known for.
- We are lost. We have lost so much in so short a time.
From Charles P. Pierce, on Esquire:
I’m 73 and had been a widow for just a year and a half when the pandemic further upended everything. I’ve lived the life of a hermit (although a hermit with curbside grocery pickup) for the last 6+ months.
The intertoobs have been great for maintaining some semblance of human contact, but the flip side is I’m constantly exposed to the rantings of the sweaty, orange-faced current occupant of what used to be The People’s House and the complicity of what used to be the Republican party, which now resembles a cult of personality.
In the year leading up to the 2016 election, I was equally glued to the computer screen and angsted about every little fluctuation in Hillary’s poll numbers, etc. My husband warned me not to get consumed by it all because “What can you do about it? You can cast your vote and the rest is out of your hands.” He was right. As we all know, the unthinkable happened and there went a year of my life down the crapper.
If there’s one thing I hope I’ve learned from this time of reflection following the death of my husband and my self-imposed withdrawal from what used to be polite society it’s what I found on a small bumper sticker in my husband’s desk drawer: “Life is too short to argue with stupid people.”
I’m convinced Trump will win the election by hook or by crook. We already know about the voter suppression and the shenanigans at the USPS. I hope I’m wrong, but as Trump himself says, it is what it is. If the people of this country choose him again as our president, then I guess we deserve the president we get. Nothing I can do about that.
So, I’m backing off from my avid following of politics. I don’t want to spend whatever amount of time I have left on this planet in a constant state of outrage and despair. I’m only one vote, which I will gladly cast and hope it counts.
But I’m tired.
My thoughts on the final night of the Republican national convention:
So. Last night President Trump held a super-spreader event in front of the White House.
Emerging from it like a monarch, he slowly made his way down the stairs with Melania to the stage, much like he descended that golden escalator at Trump Tower four years ago when he declared his candidacy for presidency of the United States. This time it was at The People’s House. Our house, which has always been considered sacrosanct and not to be used as a backdrop for a political campaign. But, as with everything about this administration, that’s for chumps and losers.
The White House stood illuminated behind Trump’s Big Beautiful Wall of American flags. It felt like “In your face, Libs.” Which is pretty much what the message was meant to be. And of course, at the end of his 71 minute speech, he removed any doubt by saying “We’re here and they’re not.”
There was a giant TV screen so the closely packed unmasked faithful in the audience could see their Supreme Leader and there was campaign signage on the White House grounds. Again, something not seen before in past presidential elections. But this administration doesn’t follow the rules like all its predecessors. (See: Ukraine, V. Zelensky; Russia, V. Putin; Manafort, P.; Stone, R.; Flynn, M.; Cohen, M.; et. al.)
The White House had been taken hostage and forced to appear in a ransom video. It looked beautiful, but it was crying on the inside for what it had become at the hands of this narcissistic oaf. To me, it will never be the same. It was as if he had grabbed it by the pussy and it had to let him do it because he’s “a star.”
And if this man is given another four years in office, our very democracy is sure to follow the same fate.
“No, I don’t think he’s racist,” Graham said on the Snapchat show “Good Luck America.” “Here’s what I think: You can be black as coal, and if you like him, he likes you. You can be albino, and if he doesn’t like you, he doesn’t like you. He’s about him. If you like him, he probably likes you. There’s a flaw there, but no, I don’t think he hates people because of the color of their skin. I think he reacts to people as how they react to him. I really believe that.”
“It is what it is.”