Like so many of the people I know, I’m a wreck with this election—this beyond critical, beyond saving-our-democracy, beyond preserving decency and character and common sense, and above and beyond wrenching back the evil menace from the most corrupt, lawless, and vicious regime this country has ever endured. I do not understand anybody who would vote for this vile man. As a blogger friend said, “I don’t like a president who lies, cheats, steals, calls names, mocks the disabled, pals up with known enemies of the state, disregards human decency in most aspects of life, rants on and on in incomplete sentences and in complete and total ignorance in public places, declares bankruptcy after bankruptcy while claiming to be a good businessman, refuses to pay his contractors and calls it good business, won't pay taxes and calls it "being smart," seems to hate everyone who isn't rich, sucks up when elections are near, disregards human health, welfare, and life, and all in all behaves like a spoiled, nasty, petulant playground bully surrounded by sycophants who protect and do a lot of the dirty work for him.” Pretty much sums it up.
So, I’ve continued to bury myself in books. One right after another. And then in the evenings, Netflix/Amazon/Acorn series, often with British/Australian accents and well-acted, well-written. We just began the new Netflix “limited series” called The Queen’s Gambit, and it is spectacular. Yes, it’s about chess, but in a similar way that “Rocky” was about boxing. (Watch it! You won’t be sorry).
As always, no Halloween anything here, but the kids had fun!
Today is the day.
I’ve waited four years. Four godawful years.
And we likely won’t know the results for a few days with all the mail-in ballots to count.
A landslide would sure be nice.
