Red Ripple

 

As opposed to a red wave.  Or a red tsunami.  In truth, America woke up the day after the midterm elections to find that the country was still just as broken as it was the day before.

The Republicans did not stampede through the villages, except for maybe Florida. The Democrats' cry that democracy was ending did not come to fruition.   That asshole historian Michael Beschloss' prediction of Nazi Germany coming to our shores in seven days will not happen.   Until, of course, the next time they don't manage single party rule of this nation.

Nope, we are fractured.   Perhaps forever.  The Republicans used inflation and crime as their talking points.   The other half didn't care.   The Democrats ballyhooed the end of the country and abortion rights.   The other half didn't care enough.  Indeed, the only true abortion we should be worried about is happening in Washington right now.

But, ultimately, despite it all, Election Day provided no real answers.   Everybody is still wearing the blue or red jerseys and rooting for their teams like this is the Super Bowl.   But it's not a football game, folks.   We need balance and common sense and we need it yesterday.  

Every day and in every way, my father's voice rings out loud and clear.

"The only lives politicians really care about are their own."

I hear you again, Dad.  

Civic leaders are in it not for the noble act of helping their fellow citizens.   They are in it for the power and the money that goes with it.   If we had used one-tenth of the money that was spent to get these fuckers elected or re-elected, we could easily solve poverty.  

But that's not what they are looking for.   They want control because it means more dollars in their coffers.   Why else would the Democrats champion that moronic prison inmate in Pennsylvania?  He can barely connect two words in his vocabulary.   But that's why they want him in the Senate because they can tell him exactly what to do.   How do you like those egg noodles, Pennsylvania?

They all continue to get rich and that's why they are in the game.  Think about it.  How does that big-eared, skinny ass shithead Barack Obama get a ten million dollar mansion in Martha's Vineyard?   It's not because the wife was cutting out super market coupons.  Indeed, he may go down as one of the most sinister characters in American history...essentially cutting this nation's life span by a third.   But he is revered if you're wearing the same jersey.

Yep, we are fractured and there is no splint.   Now everybody is already talking about 2024 and whether the dazed and confused President will seek a second term.   And half the country will vote for him, while the other half will wonder what happened.

And the rich will get richer.

Dinner last night:  Salad.