Three days in paradise are almost over. The beach, Bubba, no television, amazing gulf coast seafood, and some live jazz music made my head almost upright itself. Almost.
Thank you for bearing with me.
My damn near perfect grandchild is coming to stay with us for the weekend. My heart will heal.
I will pack as soon as I finish the blessing of breakfast in bed.
See you soon
I have decided not to play nice.
I had dinner last night with one of my favorite people for times like these and by the time we finished half the shrimp and crabs, we decided screw it, two more days of resting and healing up and then let’s do this thing.
Late last night, as I watching Goliath (which she semi-recommended) she texted me Michael Moore’s thing about what we need to do.
I texted back, “Let’s go burn something, dammit.”
“Ok,” she responded, “but not my bra. I need my bra.”
I am blessed to have a friend so grounded in reality.
At this point, I am mad at both political parties. I admit I am less mad at Democrats but not by much. Plus, I termed-out of the State Democratic Executive Committee so I don’t have to be loyal to them anymore. I’m gonna have plenty more to say about them once I heal up so prepare yourself for a hissy damn fit about Texas Democrats.
I’m headed to the beach to get sandy and wet. Gorgeous day on the Texas Gulf Coast.
I don’t know what happened and, right now, I’m not inclined to find out.
Everything I’ve learned and observed in politics all my life was wrong. Everything I believed about the American electorate was wrong. Everything that I thought I knew was wrong.
I’m a data guy, and data let me down. I’m a field guy, and field let me down. I’m an American, and America let me down. But worst of all, I let you down.
I apologize to all of you. I’m deeply sorry for what I’ve written over the last year from the smug comfort of my own self-importance. I apologize to everyone I led to false hope. I promise I will do better in the future.
Right now, we don’t have the luxury of wallowing in self-pity. I fear for the greatness, nay, I fear for the life of this nation as I never have before, and I feel called to re-enter public life in order to fight the creeping fascism which threatens anyone who doesn’t conform to the WASP ideal.
For what it’s worth, I think there’s a chance that he doesn’t even finish his term. Cold comfort, with Theocracy Ken waiting in the wings.
As I said, right now, I’m not inclined to find out what happened. I am still trying to process the shock and grief that I am sure has enveloped us all like damp, grey woolen blanket.
But…
We’re only 4 days short of 2 years to the midterms. We’re going to shake this off, and come out fighting. This is not a new war. This is the same old war, a war centuries old: the war against superstition, ignorance and hate. We lost a big battle in this war. This is indeed a huge setback.
I’m going to love up my family, I’m going celebrate Christmas, then I’m going to start again to try to fix this. This fight may take longer than we’d thought. It may be harder than we’d like. But it’s a fight I have no inclination to shirk and no intention to lose again.
Bless you all, my friends. Let’s enjoy these holidays coming up. Then let’s get to work!
I just can’t.
I am taking a few days off. I am exhausted. Bubba and I are going to the beach and eat breakfast in bed.
I wrote in the comments sections last night about the amazing success of the ballot by mail program in my county. For the first time since Jimmy Carter, Democrats beat Republicans in ballots by mail. That alone caused Hillary Clinton to carry Fort Bend County. You did that with your help and donations. Hazel and I deeply appreciate that. Deeply. Thank you.
I might feel better after I get a sniff of salt air and some fried shrimp. You’ll be the first to know.
Hugs, guys.
All Bad Hombres, Nasty Women, Nasty Hombres and Bad Women… Chime in! History is about to be written. Help write it.
So, are they checking to make sure they don’t vote for Hillary or are they copying off them?
Thanks to Deb for the heads up.