My apologies if this seems disjointed and hard to follow. The events and character of this election has very deeply affected me and I’ve been trying to work out within myself my reactions. I think I’m at a place now where input from others can be useful, thus, this post.
Turbulent times, turbulent election.
Grandpa Joe is in charge now and who is needed at the moment. I’m sure he’ll be warm and nurturing of our hurting country, but firm.
For me, he isn’t the real star of the show. He’s just the introductory act.
Vice President of The United States of America, Kamala Harris.
That is who the real star is.
One heartbeat away, the first time a woman has been that close to the Oval Office.
When or if she occupies that place and bears the title of United States President, if, or perhaps even if not, the first woman to do so, she would be terrifying and wonderful. A truly no nonsense, get things done executive, brooking no guff from anyone. Many will, do, have, I’m pretty sure, called her some variety of bitch.
In my younger days, I would have been one of those, maybe, to invade the Capital, seeking blood and vengeance for wrongs, real and imaginary, done to me and those I would have called compatriots.
Now, with the life I’ve lead, the oaths I’ve sworn, I cannot even intellectually put myself in that place. Regardless of what you believe about the votes, how can you convince yourself that what happened wasn’t destructive and traitorous? Barr, McConnell, Hawely, Cruz, too many to list them all, hell, the congressional delegation from my own state for that matter, deserve nothing better than shunning and exclusion and expulsion from polite society for what they’ve done to our nation, culture, our society, me.
We were the shining city on the hill. Inept sometimes, shallow often, not always trustworthy, but that was because of what made us great. We were the great experiment. That’s gone now.
Bitter is the taste of ruined innocence, and forgiveness can never come for those who poisoned the draught from which I have drunk. For Trump, perhaps a small measure of sour pity, for I truly do believe that he is at best, the unintelligent figurehead, manipulated and controlled by his own self image and that cabal who called themselves his servants. But not forgiveness.
Nor do I feel any inclination to forgiveness for those who attacked us all at the seat of OUR power. Traitors, all of them.
And now I have to finish living my life wondering who I’m dealing with everyday. The rational, normal adult who can exist in a world where they don’t always get what they want, or the traitorous toddler with their fist raised in threat, ready to smash everything to get their own way, regardless of the negative consequences.
I’ve come to the end of my little diatribe now, and realized I have no question. For those who have read all of this, my apologies and thank you. I really did have a question when I started this, but somehow have forgotten what it was.