The Worst Is Yet To Come!

It seems my election predictions were a wee bit wrong.  Or to say it another way, I fucked up big time.  Or I could say the American people fucked up big time.

Am I surprised?  In one respect, yes.  I didn't think there would be a near 100% sweep by Trump.  I thought it would be close, and it wasn't.

So what now?  Today the airwaves are full of pundits offering excuses, analyses, Monday morning quarterback stuff.  I don't have any more interest in listening to this stuff than I did in not paying attention to all that they said leading up to the election.

My mantra for today?  The Worst Is Yet To Come!

Trump has said what he is going to do.  That I and others of my ilk won't like it is irrelevant.  The people voted and in a resounding voice endorsed what the guy is up to.  Good luck to them.  Good luck to all of us.

P.S.  I think I was right on the San Francisco mayor's race.  Hooray!

Election Day!

I'm back!  Its been a while, and it wasn't because I didn't have anything to say, it was more that I didn't think I had something new or different to say.  So saying nothing seemed the way to go.  Anyway, this is a new day, election day, and so here's what I think:

Predictions:  Harris will win.  The Republicans will take control of the Senate.  The Dems will take control of the House.  Lurie will be elected mayor of San Francisco.

Am I satisfied with those results?  Since it could be so much worse, yes, I am satisfied.  Not really happy, but since as a country this would mean we've dodged a bullet, happy enough.  Now, nothing to do but wait and see if my predictions come true.

New subject:  Quincy Jones died yesterday.  I would normally take note of this news and move on.  In this case there is an underlying aspect to his death.  He was 91.  My age.  I guess I should be noticing that the ones dying are mostly younger than I am.  So should that give me comfort or concern?  Neither.  Just a daily awareness of how old I am and reason to be grateful for another day.

Onward . . .