Thrills And Chills!

The election this year is one of those thrill rides that can really tear your guts up, if you let it. I have chosen to ignore it as much as possible, which is I do have to consider it at least once a day when I clear off my many pleas from the Harris and Walz campaign for more of my dollars. I've adopted a policy of donating once a week, usually small sum but once a larger one in the name of my departed wife, something she'd have approved heartily. 

I live in Kentucky, a state in which no real electioneering goes on since it's a foregone conclusion that Trump will carry the state. This is a sad commentary on the Commonwealth, a state which was Democratic largely when I was a youth, but sadly turned red in those dark Reagan years. I do see cracks in that hegemony this time around, and we have been graced with a Democratic governor who kept us from the brink during the Covid years and was even considered for the VP pick this year. 

So, from this vantage point, money is the way in which I can do the most good for the campaign. I have every confidence that Kamela Harris will be the next president of the United States and that we will finally at long last turn away from the foul smell of racism and misogyny which has marked the remains of the Republican Party over the last decade. I have to believe that, because to do otherwise is to give into despair. I choose hope. 

But hang on to your hat! 

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Gone To The Dogs!

I've had it with Sweet Potato Hitler's rampage against the Ohio town of Springfield. He and his toady Vance have left their dog whistles behind and are now repeating and embellishing the most absurd notions in order to demean an entire population, one they almost certainly know nothing about. Trump has long hated black people, and it bubbles to the surface as he struggles desperately to gain the White House and avoid the "Big House". The "Satanic Panic" which this is becoming, is a repeated trope in  America's history, and here we go again. Demonize a population based on nonsensical rumors and make yourself the dragon slayer come to save us all. That's the play, and it's working all too well so far thanks once again to our lackluster media who feel the obsequious need to repeat every idiotic word that comes out of the mouths of these detestable men. Vance has even admitted it's a hoax, and that would've been enough to demolish any campaign other than one topped by Tangerine Tojo. Lying is not a bug, it's a feature of this outfit. We are weeks away from a vote which will rid us of this noxious fiend. He won't go away instantly I know, but when all participants see the end has come at last, the energy will fade quickly I believe. These monsters will go back into hiding to some extent waiting for the next chance to screw up our lives with their stupidity. And the folks in Springfield can get on with their lives, as can we all. 

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And That's How You Do That!

The first (and likely last) Presidential debate went down last night, and Kamela Harris mopped up the floor with the Tangerine Tojo. She was calm, collected and drove home the points that anyone with any savvy already knows -- Donald Trump is yesterday's news, a washed-up TV celebrity who needs to head back home and prepare for his prison stays. (Or his transition to life in Venezuela.) It was a masterful presentation. If she and her running mate Tim Walz don't win the election after this performance and the campaign they've run, then we no longer need to be even the shell of a functioning democracy. Trump is a tired old racist and his running mate is fucking Nazi. Such types cannot be allowed to run this country, and in a very few weeks they will lose their last chance to do so for many years to come. The United States will move forward and not look back. The future looks bright. But we have to win. And we will.  

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