It’s Super Tuesday. I’ve decided to awaken from my Rip Van Winkle slumber. Maybe after today, I’ll wish I had stayed asleep, but I didn’t want to sit on the bench on such a momentous day. I don’t live in a Super Tuesday state but if I did, I would be voting for The Donald. I don’t support him politically at all but he makes for the best comedy. It’s cynical I know, but how can anyone not be cynical this year. After today it will all be over but the crying. So go ahead and cast your vote for whoever. It doesn’t matter much anyway.
From where I am standing nothing is going to change in the long run. We’re all just cogs in the wheel, none of us has any desire or ability to change. We’re creatures of habit. We’re busy gorging ourselves to death on food and entertainment to care about politics. I’m just happy to get through a day without having a heart attack or a cancer diagnosis. I had breakfast this morning. It’s already a good day. Don’t expect too much and you won’t be disappointed. It’s lunch time. I’m still alive. So far so good.
It’s very interesting to watch the mainstream Republican politicians and pundits freaking out because they have lost control of their party. They must feel like Dr. Frankenstein after the Monster gets loose.There isn’t much they can do now but stand back and wish they had never created this life form. I don’t hold many political beliefs one way or another so the monster doesn’t scare me. I used to care about who won elections, but that was when I was young and idealistic. I find it hard to believe that in their core, the Republican elite really cares about the issues they say they care about. Do they really care who gets married or who has kids or which guns are legal and who is illegal or not? Or do they just care that they are in power and get to make the rules? Do they just use these wedge issues to divide and conquer?
The system works pretty good for me so I can’t complain. I’m a middle class, middle aged, educated white man. I was born lucky. I realized pretty early that if I wanted a feathered nest that I ought to play the game. The game was already set up for me to win it, I just had to join the team. I only have at most 40 years left on this planet maybe 25 good ones and I can’t see either party doing too much to mess with me in that amount of time. Global warming be damned. It’s 60 degrees in winter. Great, I won’t have to move to Florida when I retire. I don’t buy into the talking points and the party platforms one lick. I couldn’t care less about who is in charge. They are not looking to help me. I’d like to help all of my underprivileged brothers and sisters, but I don’t want to stick my neck out. There are too many of you and you wouldn’t appreciate my help anyway. Help yourselves. I’m just glad there is bread and milk in the supermarket and that I have some money to buy them. I won’t ask for much more than that.
In the history of recorded history, I have it really really good. I am living better than 99% of all the people who ever existed. I have health insurance and access to antibiotics. I’m way ahead of the curve. I have a TV with hundreds of channels and Netflix when I get tired of TV. Even the poor people in this country have it better than the rich people used to have it. They all have TV too. It’s all a matter of perspective I guess.
I’m excited for the general election. I want to see The Donald puffed up in all his glory. He’s going to be a tough guy when he fights the girl. We’re all going to be shocked at how ugly the campaign will be. And by shocked, I mean giddy. Everyone loves a good fight. We’re all animals at our core.
The Republicans gave Obama such a hard time because they wanted him to fail. Can you imagine how they will treat President Trump? It’s going to be interesting if nothing else.
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