Brief health note: I have an appointment with an endocrinologist on November 15. Hopefully, we can get to the cause of the flushing and labile blood pressure. And since I have changed my diet, I haven’t felt nauseated and have managed to stay out of the hospital for 3 weeks.
Today I was going to write about how silly/weird/dangerous Trump is making America look to the rest of the world, then I was going to write about the polls in various states regarding the presidential election. Serious stuff.
But my heart just wasn’t in any of it.
I am sick of hearing and reading about politics. I am ready for the election to just.be.over.
I mentioned possibly not watching the third and final debate when I last blogged – and I didn’t. I did try to watch the Alfred E. Smith dinner, but I didn’t watch for long…it was painful.
This dinner, which is televised every time it is on, has always been a funny and light break from the political debates of the day. I usually watch it and laugh. It is a non-partisan dinner held by the Catholic Archdiocese of New York to raise money for their charities.
But this year, Donald Trump, ever the out-of-step doofus, either didn’t understand the point of the speeches, or just decided he was going to use the dinner as a platform for his vitriol against Hillary Clinton (I tend to think the latter), and he got booed for it.
Booed. I think that’s a first for the event.
It wasn’t that his jokes were bad – though they were – it’s that he had so few of them. He did throw his wife Melania under the bus, making a joke about how she copied the First Lady’s speech. But self-deprecating humor? Nowhere to be seen.
At one point he compared himself to Jesus, stating he (Trump) also worked for his dad as a carpenter. For 3 weeks. Charming.
I couldn’t watch any more of it. I am just so sick of the sound of Trump’s voice, and of the poisonous lies that come out of his mouth. He has no sense of humor unless you count his making fun of people who are other-abled and his insulting “pet names” he has for anyone he doesn’t like as “humor”.
Trump brings down every venue he’s in. Unless, of course, you are a hate-filled misogynist who enjoys laughing at other peoples’ expense, and thinks name-calling is funny.
One person I do like listening to is Elizabeth Warren. She has such high energy, and such an obvious affection for Hillary and women in this country in general, that it’s always a treat for me to watch her.
She took Trump’s remark about Hillary being a “nasty woman” and embraced it for all of us. Specifically, she stated
“Get this, Donald. Nasty women are tough. Nasty women are smart. And nasty women vote. And, on November 8, we nasty women are going to march our nasty feet to cast our nasty votes to get you out of our lives forever.” (“Elizabeth Warren Rallies ‘Nasty Women’ to Vote for Clinton”, Asma Khalid, NPR website, 10/24/16)
Yeah! And all over the country, women are referring to themselves as “nasty women”. That did pick me up for awhile.
But I am ready for the election to be over, and clearly I think that Hillary is going to win. The latest AP poll has her leading nationally by 14 points. I wish I could say I am surprised her lead isn’t larger, but one thing this election period has taught me is that there are far more reactionaries in this country than I had previously thought.
It’s still quite astounding to me that the GOP is running a candidate like Trump, and I wonder if there isn’t a split coming after the election between traditional conservatives and the alt right, resulting in a 3rd party.
That would obviously be a big advantage to the progressives in this country.
But for now, I wish the right would just all shut up. They don’t have anything interesting to say, they have been insulting women and minorities for years, and if they want to fracture into a hundred different political parties it would suit me just fine.
November 8 can’t come fast enough for me.
Recommendations for this week….the new season of Longmire is on Netflix. Great series, and worth a look.
Be good. Be kind. Happy Samhain!