How To Get To November 5th in One Peace
I only wish I knew.
As I was lying awake staring at the ceiling late last night, unable to sleep as visions of a Trump/Vance future loomed ahead of me-us, those of us who don’t hightail it out of here to another country.
I desperately tried to figure out a way to get through this without totally going off the rails.
A slight aside – if you don’t like my politics, I suggest you just unsubscribe now. It used to hurt my feelings, but honestly, it’s a relief not to have to apologize for my thoughts. This blog is my safe space.
When I say “off the rail” I don’t mean anything violent. One does have to make those declarations these days. I can be verbally aggressive. But I am a total pacifist when it comes to physically harming another being.
Nor would I harm myself. I do psychologically, by keeping the news on and watching the convention and following social media. And don’t bother telling me to stop, as I won’t. I need to know.
Since Sunday, when the bullet missed DJT by that now famous ¼ of an inch. A quarter of an inch????? Like he was almost a sharpshooter. I have been glued to the TV.
I feel very sad for the innocent man who died shielding his wife and kids.
Today, when I was listening to POD SAVE AMERICA, I found out that Joe Biden phoned the wife of the man who was killed to offer his condolences. She refused to take his call. She refused to take his call.
Why? Because her husband would not have wanted her to as he loved Trump so much. I repeat her dead husband loved Trump so much she would not take a call from the President of the United States of America. He doesn’t sound like someone I would want to spend any time with, but he did not deserve to be gunned down in front of his wife and kids while attending a rally.
This is the America we live in. And it’s only getting worse by the second.
I admit – OK, I am a Boomer. I was raised to respect my elders. I was raised that the President – whether you voted for him or not, was the most important person in our country. And he was treated as such.
Can you imagine Walter Cronkite speaking to JFK the way Lester Holt spoke to Biden this week?
I was raised in a land, at a time, when an unstable twenty-year-old could not go buy fifty rounds of ammunition on a Sunday morning.
Many bring up 1968. “Things were this bad in 1968” they say this until the cows come home. But it’s not 1968. And what does that even mean? Don’t the cows just come home for dinner? I’m off point, but I’m off point a lot these days as I don’t even know what the point is.
Yes, I do, the point is democracy is not coming to the USA, despite what Leonard Cohen once sang.
I do know that when Biden was elected and Trump was finally gone in his fury fueled fiery exit that left several dead; how quickly many forget, I was sooooooo relieved. We would not have to ever hear from him again. It was a four-year tortuous blip on America’s laptop.
But he’s fucking back. And not only is he back, but he’s also now a hero. HERO. Yet he’s a convicted felon.
The day before he almost got maybe killed he was supposed to be sentenced for the thirty-four felonies related to his porn star, campaign fund incident.
Which happened to be the same day the idiot, power grubbing Judge in Florida said he could not be charged for taking rooms full of classified documents home with him when he packed up and finally left the White House.
WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO THIS COUNTRY????? COMMON SENSE PEOPLE – IF NOTHING ELSE. LAWS????? CIVILITY??
Yesterday afternoon, before I entered my night of restlessness and worry, I wandered around the house like a crazy person. Which I am sure you find easy to visualize as you read this blog.
I could not focus. I was posting on Instagram. I pondered micro dosing to calm myself. Nixed that. I don’t drink to ease the pain, so I can’t do that.
Glenn told me to get in my car and go buy something. He knows that is the one thing that calms me. I also think he wanted me out of the house as he was closing a deal and I kept running in his office and yelling about the convention. He can actually focus under duress. I was absent the day they passed out that character trait.
I told him I was too upset. He then said it was Amazon Prime Day. I should go check it out. He handed me his credit card.
He was nine hours and forty-two minutes off according to Amazon’s countdown clock.
He was trying. Which was more than he was doing in the middle of the night when I couldn’t sleep, as he can sleep through anything.
People have a misconception about marriage ( I told you I was all over the place today) if you expect cogent thoughts that fall into place, go read Thomas Friedman, as I may be jumping from the Second Amendment to Leonard Cohen, without a breath in between or a thread that binds.
As I was saying, I think, misconceptions about marriage, right, that’s where I was…..the misconception is if you are married you have someone to talk to in the middle of the night when you are losing your shit.
Well, you don’t. Trust me. My friend Anne Margaret and I were talking about it today.
One sleeps like a rock. Usually the man. As he does not have the same inner alarm system installed that women do. The stove may be on. The garage door is open,. The baby is crying. The dog just threw up. There is a sound next door, the neighbors house maybe getting broken into. Mayhem abounds. They sleep in peace.
Even during our twenty months of hell, which had it gone south, would have been worse for Glenn than me, let’s face it, I would walk the house all night unable to sleep while he snored away.
Last night while I was up and agitated, visions of Marjorie Taylor Greene with a crown on dancing through my head – he slept. I tried to wake him.
Do you realize what this all means? Then I listed it, from global warming to the fact we would be living in a Sovereign country where Donald Trump is King, and JD Vance is next in line to the throne. Where abortions are banned and maybe sex too. No gay rights. Did anyone hear MTG say how there were only two genders? People get cancelled for saying things like that. They lose their jobs, for hinting at anything remotely like that. But she can say it during prime time with millions of people watching and no one calls her out on being anti-trans?
If you are anything other than cis-gender, white and have a cross dangling from your neck, I’d be looking for a place abroad now.
Despite what I wrote the other day about leaving the party, the guest list has changed and so has the theme.
While Joe is old, and he fumbles, as I told a lovely woman from South Africa in my Pilates class yesterday, I would vote for Joe in a coma before I would vote for Trump.
Trump is a convicted felon. A rapist. He incites the very violence that was finally turned on him and he escaped it. That orange stuff he sprays all over his body, I’m now convinced it’s Teflon coating.
I’ve used up 1362 words and I don’t think I’ve made a really cohesive point.
Before this shit storm started up at such an amped up velocity, I vowed to stay calm.
I thought I could. I thought as I had gotten through our twenty months of malicious prosecutions, I could always “behave impeccably” as my friend, the designer Ralph Rucci, once instructed me.
Just when I wanted to blow, which god knows I did, I remained impeccable. And I was rewarded. People noticed and acknowledged it.
So, I really thought I could do it through this election. “Always be impeccable.”
No unfollowing people with opposite views than mine. No ranting and raving about the candidate that isn’t mine. No not letting any GOP voters into my world. No, mean spirited statements or posts despite the insanity one has to endure.. Just ride one more hideous situaion out impeccably.
Then last night as Glenn lay snoring and I couldn’t even get blind Winnie to listen to me, I realized I couldn’t pull it off on this one.
That is what the DEMS do. We go high when they go low. Well, look where that has gotten us. Lower than low.
Donald Trump is back, and he has an accomplice in JD Vance who is as monstrous as he is. In a different way. But just as bad. He would never pussy out, the way Pence did. And that is why he was chosen. That and he harkens from the rust belt which they need to win.
I am not going to be impeccable. I will be loud. I will be relentless.
I am going to devote my entire fall to the Democratic candidate whomever they may be. Hopefully, it’s Biden.
And the reason is simple. I don’t think anyone else can win. I think Arnold could beat Trump. But the fact he was born to a Nazi in another country makes it impossible.
We can survive four years of Biden. He may not survive. Then we get Kamala and time to regroup.
But at least we will not be riding the dangerous roller coaster without guardrails that is a Trump presidency. We won’t survive four years with Trump and Vance. We may be alive, but Democracy will be eliminated from the USA.
DEMOCRACY
It’s coming through a hole in the air,
from those nights in Tiananmen Square.
It’s coming from the feel
that this ain’t exactly real,
or it’s real, but it ain’t exactly there.
From the wars against disorder,
from the sirens night and day,
from the fires of the homeless,
from the ashes of the gay:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
It’s coming through a crack in the wall;
on a visionary flood of alcohol;
from the staggering account
of the Sermon on the Mount
which I don’t pretend to understand at all.
It’s coming from the silence
on the dock of the bay,
from the brave, the bold, the battered
heart of Chevrolet:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
It’s coming from the sorrow in the street,
the holy places where the races meet;
from the homicidal bitchin’
that goes down in every kitchen
to determine who will serve and who will eat.
From the wells of disappointment
where the women kneel to pray
for the grace of God in the desert here
and the desert far away:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
Sail on, sail on
O mighty Ship of State!
To the Shores of Need
Past the Reefs of Greed
Through the Squalls of Hate
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on.
It’s coming to America first,
the cradle of the best and of the worst.
It’s here they got the range
and the machinery for change
and it’s here they got the spiritual thirst.
It’s here the family’s broken
and it’s here the lonely say
that the heart has got to open
in a fundamental way:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
It’s coming from the women and the men.
O baby, we’ll be making love again.
We’ll be going down so deep
the river’s going to weep,
and the mountain’s going to shout Amen!
It’s coming like the tidal flood
beneath the lunar sway,
imperial, mysterious,
in amorous array:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
Sail on, sail on …
I’m sentimental, if you know what I mean
I love the country but I can’t stand the scene.
And I’m neither left or right
I’m just staying home tonight,
getting lost in that hopeless little screen.
But I’m stubborn as those garbage bags
that Time cannot decay,
I’m junk but I’m still holding up
this little wild bouquet:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
Leonard Cohen
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