Politics

There is no escaping this election and all that goes with it. Everywhere I go and everything I do involves something about the election. Signs and billboards while driving down the road. Bumper stickers tee shirts, big flags and even huge blown-up dolls on lawns. Overheard conversations at the gym or the grocery and angry talking heads on the television. Even turned on the radio for some music and had to hear campaign commercials, which are the least likely to offer useful information. I am stressed to the max.

I will vote for Harris/Walz at the top of the ticket and carefully for the down ballot choices to pick serious public servants. There don’t seem to be a lot of those around, but I am searching for them as much as I can. Either way this goes I fear for the near future for people like me and the long term for my great grandkids. The things I love most about this nation are how diverse our people are, how we as a people step up to help when disaster strikes, our freedom of religion and from religion, our history and all we have learned from it. Not so much for the lessons we should have learned and didn’t and not so much for the too many times our government has mistreated groups of people for racist, bigoted reasons. But for those who have been willing to fight and die for the idea of USA we can never be grateful enough. For those who have stood up for rights denied when doing so had serious consequences I am thankful. For leaders who did the right, but unpopular thing, I feel so much gratitude.

We have already given up a woman’s right to manage her health care and to decide what to do with our bodies. The right to vote has been damaged maybe beyond repair. My fear is a future of fewer rights respected by our government and more laws restricting personal lives. Big Brother may become more like Atilla the Hun. I guess that’s going a bit far. My fear is a crazy neighbor runs up and down my street randomly shooting into the houses. My worse fear and more likely is children, innocent children, will be ripped apart by bullets in their classroom.

Politics

Politics as Unusual

Man oh man have things ever changed since I voted in my first presidential election.  Back in the sixties, even with the country in so much turmoil, those running for office had to at least insult each other politely.  We expected at the very least for our leaders to have basic social skills and to be free of scandal, or to at least pretend to be.  Not so anymore.

What passes for debate today is not much more than a contest to see who can be nastiest and throw the most mud.  Watching the republicans recently I was reminded of junior high school bullies; the guys who were flunking but calling everyone else dumbasses, always smacking around someone smaller or weaker, but never challenging their equals.  Anyone of the six mentally challenged candidates now in the race for this party being president actually scares me.

It’s no secret that my politics most nearly fit the democratic party but even the democrats are more power hungry than I would like.  Senator Sanders looks more like a real public servant to me than anyone else.  The problem for me is I don’t trust information from the media, social or otherwise, and watching the candidates in debate is disappointing when they appear to be following the direction of political advisors who are still campaigning as they were twenty years ago.  i.e. — negative works.  Here’s an idea!  Trust the voters to hear and understand the truth about what a candidate wants and is likely to do.

I recall a time when I did not actually know which political party friends and acquaintances were a part of.  We were more interested in raising our families, making a living, having a good time together.  Now, it seems every interaction becomes a conflict either over politics, religion, race, etc., etc.  I like to be a live and let live kind of gal, but so often I come upon people who only want to be agreed with and have no interest in diverse thoughts or opinions.

I can’t think about it anymore right now without making myself crazy.

Politics as Unusual