My Stomach Hurts
It’s 9:30, and I’m glued to the TV. I can’t write about the great dinner we had last night; that will have to wait until the dust settles.
How this election could turn out this way is beyond me. But then nobody else seems to understand it, either. Books will be written on this election, PhD’s will be granted for studying how and why America could elect an intemperate blowhard.
If, indeed, that is what happens. There is still some slim hope at this hour that sanity will prevail. It ain’t likely, and I’m not placing any bets.
Will pussy grabbing become the new standard for social interactions?
Oh hell, I don’t have anything deep and incisive to say. I’m writing to have something to do, something to take my mind off the looming catastrophe.
God save us all, and God save the union.
Amen….but it is not just my tummy that aches….I am aching from the tippy top of my head to the very bottom of my toes. Oy Vey!! What the F_ck is goin on?? Tomorrow is my 74th Birthday….how will I ever collect myself in order to celebrate?? In all my years….and that’s a lot of ’em….I have never been in such despair over the outlook of our future! Did you see what’s goin” on with the World Markets!!
I agree, Chris. I could hardly stand to watch. Do you think Trump has any “better angels”? Any humility?