Just when I thought the winds of change were blowing in the right direction, Ruth Bader Ginsburg has to up and die. Jeez. Here comes the whirlwind.
How many more freaky things can happen?
I wouldn’t rule out anything.
Jesus returns, raptures Jews; stupefied evangelicals are left behind.
Martians land, deliver a COVID-19 vaccine to the White House.
Jared Kushner wins the Nobel Peace Prize.
(GULP. GAG. VOMIT.)
(Sorry.)
As I was saying, I had been feeling positive and hopeful.
I saw three Biden-Harris signs in Sharpsburg, that proud hamlet of the Confederacy. Last election, not a one for Hillary. So that’s a good omen.
West Virginia is sprouting Biden-Harris signs. Last election, I saw only a few for Hillary. Another good omen.
Our own Biden-Harris sign posted along our secluded road was stolen. We got another and donated another $10 to the Democratic Party.
(If you’re the thief and reading this, please know that we will do so again and again and again. But then, maybe you’re a Democrat without a penny to spare and wanted a sign of your own. God bless you. Keep taking them. Every sign counts.)
Still, I’m not counting on signs to sway voters. As far as I can tell, few are left to sway.
Polarization has driven us into two camps with only a few stragglers wavering between, as if one camp were no different from the other. If you’re flipping a coin at this point, you should have your eyes, ears, and nose examined.
There is no moral equivalency.
Maybe in times past. Not now.
The choice isn’t between the lesser of two evils. The choice is between good and evil (allowing for a 5% margin of error).
Once upon a time, truth mattered. Once upon a time, integrity mattered. Once upon a time, civility mattered. Once upon a time, decency mattered. Once upon a time, kindness mattered. Once upon a time, the law mattered. Once upon a time, the Constitution mattered.
They still do. Please, don’t forsake them.
One side has set the house on fire. But it’s a big house.
Yes, much has been lost already. But much is still standing, and fires can be quenched—as long as the fire truck arrives before it’s too late.
And that’s why this election matters more than ever.
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