On Jan. 20, 2017 I put the “Not My President” bumper sticker on my truck. I also put the American flag in the distress configuration on it. For the first few months afterwards I was getting flipped off regularly. Then it more or less stopped. The flipping off restarted the couple months leading up to the election. I got where I did not flip them off in return, but held up my thumb and forefinger about one inch apart to represent my estimation of their manhood. I don’t recall a woman ever giving me the finger.
With Joe Biden set to become the 46th President I feel I can take the bumper stickers off. I feel like I am waking up from one the worst nightmares of my life. A nightmare that has gone on for 4 years. I know we have a couple more months of the Orange Monster, and that he can do much damage in the that time period. But I can see daylight. I can see a time when I might start feeling some pride for my country again.
I cannot express the relief that I felt with the election of Joe Biden and Kamala Harris. And at the same time the disappointment I felt in so many of my fellow citizens. In my life time of presidential elections there has never been a clearer choice between good and evil. Yet almost half the country chose to vote for Darth Vader over Yoda. I do not really understand why anyone would have voted for Trump in 2016, but I more or less excused them as buying into to his bull. This time around it is incomprehensible for me. They have had 4 years of watching his incompetence and malevolence, and they did it again. Oh well.
Going, going, and soon to be gone.
Keep well.