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 . . .

 

Tom Korologos!

I learned from today's New York Times that my childhood friend Tom Korologos died.  We were best friends from about the age 7 to 10 in Salt Lake City.  Over the years I didn't have much contact with him, but he stayed in my memory as a fun part of growing up.

He earned a lengthy obituary in the Times because he was probably the top Republican lobbyist in the final 30 years of the last century.  So our political views were polar opposites.  Yet when we did communicate it was always with a fondness and respect that transcended our differences.

I recall that he said he hoped I'd see that lobbyists were not bad people (my words, not his).  In his case I'd be OK with agreeing with him.  So long, my friend, you were a good guy. 

Good News!

A huge sense of relief followed by a strong dose of hope that the future is not inevitably dismal.  That was my reaction to the news that Biden was leaving and Harris would be the likely successor.

It is early days, but it seems that the party will rally around Kamala and when she starts going after Trump it will truly be a new ball game.  I am counting on a well managed, hard hitting campaign that will appeal to now-undecided voters, young people, Black women and others now on the fence.  Should the campaign not be strong all bets are off and we will likely be left with a Trump victory.

So for the first time in a long while, my political mood is positive.  Definitely a good feeling!

A Positive View!

Howard Zinn was an historian and educator.  My daughter recently sent me something he said that I want to share with you.  We had been talking about how bad things have become and I expressed a sense of resignation that the world was going to improve.  What Zinn said didn't relieve all of my concerns, but I found it a useful point of view:

"To be hopeful in bad times is not just foolishly romantic.  It is based on the fact that human history is a history not only of cruelty, but also of compassion,  sacrifice, courage, kindness.  What we choose to emphasize in this complex history will determine our lives.  If we see only the worst, it destroys our capacity to do something.  If we remember those times and places - and there are so many - where people have behaved magnificently, this gives us the energy to act, and at least the possibility of sending this spinning top of a world in a different direction.

And if we do act, in however small a way, we don't have to wait for some good utopian future.  The future is an infinite succession of presents, and to live now as we think human beings should live, in defiance of all that is bad around us, is itself a marvelous victory."

 

Out of Patience!

I'm out of patience with Joe Biden.  Its now about his ego, not saving the country from the convicted sociopath.  He's living in an out-of-date world that values the plucky underdog who won't give up.  For sure his cognition isn't what it ought to be, but take that and add to it the out-of-touch psychology of this guy and his collaborating family and you've got a toxic mix that guarantees they will be defeated.

I'm ten years older than Biden and fortunately am not in a cognitive decline.  So I can see the world as a generational peer of Biden, and it doesn't look rosy.  I would not turn over the power to run things to our generation.  Even if we're in good shape, a younger group with some future still available is a better choice.

I am under no illusion that Biden will see beyond his ego and step aside.  Too bad for us all!  

Debate!

A friend said the debate made our choice clear:  Its either Lear or Caligula.

I've been looking for some bright spots.  Nowhere to be found.  Spin aside, a disaster for the good guys.

Good luck for us all.