10/30/2024
Yeah, I guess you can say I’m in a “mood.”
My entire extended family is voting for Trump. As far as I know I’m the only one voting Kamala. I feel so estranged and yet the only family of mine who consistently exude love and respect are the Republicans. It’s nuts. I know from my own experience with Democrats, as I am one myself, we have allowed our descent into factions of self-absorbed, haughty, judgmental, inflexible, and unreliable stewards of social preservation and progress. We have become insufferable to great extent and lose our audience before three can gather. Hence these words are disintegrating as I type them.
As I write this I’m thinking my own fascination with syllables is probably an early sign of sociopathy, because I can’t square how two realities of two parties can be so disparate from each other as each vote with our final thoughts being identical:
“I can’t believe how anyone in their right mind can vote for the other candidate. Of course, my candidate is the best and obvious choice for an America that embraces democracy, values human life, and trusts in its citizens to make the right choice.”
Too bad we can’t infuse gaslighting with the smell of sulfur.
“Because what smells like poo, is poo, and doesn’t belong on your dinner plate.”
It seems to me that nations around the globe should inoculate themselves with “American Election 2024, ‘protecting against infection from all strains of American policy and thinking since the 1950’s.’”
…invariably the anti-vaxxers…
