Purgatory
I didn’t want to watch the returns.
Most of what I was hearing, all day on Tuesday was that the winner wouldn’t likely be known by bedtime on Tuesday anyway.
And I simply couldn’t fathom that we are even doing this.
I’m not egotistical enough to believe that someone can have an opinion that is vastly different than mine. I’m sure that there is plenty I don’t see, but the official credo of this great land is that:
“All men are created equal.”
Yet here we are in 2024 and that isn’t remotely true for some factions of the population.
Such a stupid moment in time.
We appear driven by greed, ruled by division and fear, and in the middle of the hugest divide since the civil war.
So, instead of watching the returns, I went to reruns of ‘Two And A Half Men’ and ‘Everybody Loves Raymond.’
The more I thought about states going red, the less I wanted anything to do with any of it.
So, here we are at 9:22 p.m., New York was just called for Harris…
…there will be a long night ahead for a whole lot of people.
Not me.
I’m still too sickened by it all to drum up much enthusiasm, and if this is what being governed by fear is like…
…I’m dreadfully afraid.
Born in the U.S.A.
It never was a patriotic anthem.
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