Vows apparently mean nothing anymore.I suppose that’s what happens when you begin your administration with “alternative facts” and keep it up for four years.When you vow to uphold the Constitution—hand on the Bible—that means you’ll play by the rules.Instead we find ourselves with a bad case of constitutional constipation and we all know that we need a national enema.It has been a week now since it’s been mathematically impossible for Trump to win the electoral college.Yet even his evangelical followers can’t seem to recall that hand on the Bible, that promise to obey.Apparently it’s okay to lie before God, if you think like we do.If you don’t want to have conversation but want to talk at others and say you’re right.It saddens me that so many Americans simply don’t care what the majority clearly wants.
This is especially the case because Trump is being treated as some messianic figure.An overweight, womanizing, pathologically lying Jesus.And people are saying, “Yes, that’s what the Bible tells us is good, and right, and just.”Those who are settled in good paying jobs—people of my generation—have been beneficiaries of the systems of education and government programs that the Trump administration has spent four years dismantling.And they have the audacity to call themselves Christian while their lives are saying “I got mine, I don’t care about anybody else.”And they’re the ones who wore WWJD paraphernalia just a couple decades ago.WHCB?What Has Christianity Become?
Many of us (the excluded majority, in fact—Trump won the 2016 election while losing the popular vote) knew the greatest danger would be that he would be “normalized.”This would all come to be seen as the normal course of politics.People from Trump’s own family have gone on record that his run for office was a publicity stunt meant to drum up business for his failing empire.And those who acted/wrote/supposed that he had any “plan” or “strategy” at all were simply failing to see a career grifter fleecing the country while playing golf and having his “fixers” do the work.Until he one-by-one threw them under the bus.This was all done in the public eye and yet his followers think he really has the best interests of this country at heart.He has torn countless families apart, and not just at the border.And now that he’s been defeated he keeps the charade going while his followers bow down and worship.Excuse me, but I think I need to use the restroom.
Blue has always been my favorite color.Even growing up Republican, I preferred it.Like many Americans I awoke last Wednesday to a national map mostly red and pink, and watched gradually as more and more states turned blue.I don’t mind confessing I wept when Biden took the lead in Pennsylvania.These past four years have been torture against all that’s descent and humane.White people killing blacks and being told there are very fine people on both sides of the issue.Watching a virus run out of control here like nowhere else in the world because one man can’t be bothered with the troubles of 330 million (stop and think about that number) people.A man personally enriching himself while not paying his own taxes and getting breaks for those wealthy like himself.Endless lies.Loud, brash, and crude.Groping women as if they are commodities to be owned.
We have, at the embarrassingly late age of 244, finally elected a female vice-president.Many other nations have realized that gender should not be the basis for electing leaders.Poisoned by various forms of Christianity that assert male superiority, our culture has feared female leadership since it has become a real possibility.I voted for Geraldine Ferraro as much as for Walter Mondale in that fateful year of 1984.We’ve actually reached Orwell’s vision of it in 2016, but now it seems there might be legitimate hope.I could never have imagined a presidency that would make me think Nixon, Reagan, and Bush weren’t so bad after all.(And they weren’t good.)This reconstruction of the Republican Party has been courtesy of the religious right, which is really neither.
Today, however, I’m enjoying my favorite color and thinking that hopefully we’ll have some peaceful years to work on true equity and the ideals on which this nation was founded.I’m hoping it will signal to the other fascists of the world that gaming elections only works if people with consciences are complacent.I’ve been told that many Trump supporters think Democrats incite violence.The Dems I know are tree-hugging, owl-saving, vegan types.We value all people, even Republicans, and ask only that all people be accepted.We don’t tote weapons to state houses or threaten those who are counting ballots.Yes, we may fear election outcomes—we’re just humans—but we believe in the process.The many protests in which I’ve marched over the past four years have all been peaceful.And I breathe, as I tear up again at the sight of blue, dona nobis pacem.
It has been a long week.With an incumbent who refuses to tell the truth, we’ve faced three days of knuckle-biting so far and each day stirs up the butterflies of election day.How we could’ve become a nation that is so easily duped into following a man who’s told a record number of bald-faced lies in the West Wing (and anywhere he appears, in fact) is an inscrutable mystery.I guess many people don’t read.Or think critically.This should’ve been barely a contest at all.The Associated Press national map is seared into my eyeballs like a computer monitor left on the same page too long without a screen saver.Going back every few minutes to check for a touch more blue.A sign of hope.Meanwhile, 45 is doing his best to prevent votes already cast from being counted.
We’re a nation under extreme stress.Whoever wins will need to bring deeply divided people back together, but here’s the rub.We know from four years of terrible first-hand experience that Trump can’t do it.Won’t even try.He’s already compared himself to the greatest leaders we’ve ever had.He has no reason, and no capacity to change.Joe Biden is about as mild a Democrat as they come.In saner times he’d likely have been considered a closet Republican.Still, 45’s supporters rail as if he’s some socialist seeking to overturn the American system.Excuse me, but look at the past four years—what precisely do you think was overturned during them?The coronavirus rages, hitting record numbers.The response from the White House?Absolutely nothing.
Even with this there’s uncertainty in the air.I wonder what America’s collective blood pressure is right now?I know my systolic doesn’t feel too good.Any legitimate leader would never fear an honest election.One who tries to tamper with the results has already shown his true character.And priorities.And so we wait.Yesterday the lines from V kept going through my head—“Remember, remember, the fifth of November.”I finished the poem somewhat differently but the word “treason” remained.I could use a little fantasy just about now.As I write this the counters are all asleep.Biden leads in the popular vote by almost four million, a greater lead than Hillary had just four years ago.And it is now November 6, but just barely.At least it’s Friday.We need to appreciate the small things as they come.
I recently took part in a non-partisan postcard-writing effort sponsored by Moms Rising.The idea is simple enough: encourage people to get out and vote.Such is the state of our country that some people see this as a liberal agenda. An anti-patriotic act.Who would object to people voting(apart from the Republican Party, that is)?Apparently we’re now simply supposed to accept what the present administration hands down, including its desire to retain power legally or illegally.Those who suggest that people should be given their constitutional voices are considered radicals.This would be ironic were it not so dangerous.The only reason the powers that be are in office is because of an election, and one that was “won” by that gaming of the system known as the electoral college.Now that Covid-19 is ravaging our country, those who refuse to do anything about it want to strengthen their grip.And their followers blindly say “Amen.”
Postcard writing does not involve telling the potential electorate whom to choose.The message we’re instructed to write is simply encouraging others to vote.Gerrymandering and making people stand in Covid-laced long lines have been “tactics” used by current supporters of the modern-day plague to keep their hold on power.When trying to get people to vote is considered an act of sedition we need to stop and think what democracy has become.If you don’t believe everyone should vote then you have no right to object—your voice is your vote.I stand with Moms Rising to test the room.Let’s see if what’s happening here is really the will of the people.And I don’t mean that house of lower education, the so-called electoral college.
If you’re inclined to help with the effort, all it costs is a little time.Check out Moms Rising’s website.They’ll send you a packet of postcards for free with a postage-paid envelope to mail them back.All you need to do is write a sentence or two in the blank space on the back, put the cards in the envelope, and drop it in a mailbox.It costs so little and so much is at stake.Time is a commodity, I know.Given that our time is running out, however, it seems that sparing a bit of it to keep democracy breathing is important.No— vital.My regular readers know how I often express my wish/need for just a little more time to accomplish what I’d like to squeeze into a day.I’ll gladly sacrifice ten minutes for the good of the country I call home.