First of all, my document “properties” show that I wrote today’s entry before the results were in! I got up, 7:30 am and checked it out: all was still in progress, the race not yet called. So, I sat down to write. Then, my husband got up, a bit later, (well, lots of bits later) and happily informed me that Biden had won! Awesome! And yet, I’m almost bored. Read the rest of this anyway, please. I worked hard on this and, you know, wrote it. So here goes!
Let us pretend the election is over (now it is) and that Joe Biden has won. Yay. (It doesn’t even warrant an exclamation mark, sadly, so much of a limp noodle is our sweet Joe.) Hey, don’t be mean; I wasn’t talking about his sex life. He might not even have one. I guess now I’m the mean one, but you are the dirty minded. Joe Biden is like the kindly Mr. Rogers, so we should be nice to him.
Anyway, as I was starting to say, in my hopeful version of today’s world, Joe Biden has won. The Corona virus is gone. Oh, no, just kidding, let’s stick with the first part of the fantasy because it’s actually possible: Joe Biden has won. Way to go, Joe! I’d like to pretend that now we cut to happily ever after, but we all know that’s not possible. There’s still a virus, and it’s still real. This radical statement might be contrary to all the conspiracy loons out there who think the entire Covid-19 thing is somehow a work of fiction. They believe that the imaginary Corona virus was created while the entire globe got together to work out how not-virusy our planet would be. Thus the world created excellent TV news and even some good daytime drama. Nah, that’s simply not true. The world is on fire with the stuff. Plus, don’t forget, the USA is so good at everything, our fearless leader Trump the best at all of it, and we, the divided people of the USA, are equally wonderful. “We’re number one” chant and all that. Because we are…with the number of Covid-19 cases. Barf.
Okay, so Joe has won. Like it was with Trump, the planet is still wracked with the Corona virus–and Corona, God hate him, just doesn’t give a damn. Covid’s doing its thing, and it’s going to continue doing its thing until it gets sick of it and moves on to a different planet or sizzles away or something. “It’ll be gone by Easter,” said the village idiot. Wait, I’m not being fair. Maybe it will be gone by Easter and the mistake is all mine. Trump didn’t say Easter of which year! My bad. Now we get to the sucky part. Joe Biden is voted President; we don’t know what year Covid will go to Mars (maybe he’ll hitch a ride with Elon Musk?) and the economy is still in the toilet. Ugh.
Further, the Biden wins-the-election dream might come true, but this election nightmare is certainly not over. No fat lady singing and what not. There will be recounts demanded and granted, the conveniently refilled Supreme Court may make some decisions, and all of that can happen. At least some of it definitely will. It’s not going to be pretty.
Further, if Biden does win, Trump supporters are not going to be happy. (Of course not, they supported Trump!). Some of them might even get violent. I won’t say all of them, that would just be stupid on my part. Even I know that not all Trump supporters are violent. (Do they all have guns, though?). So, let’s say Biden wins, Trump supporters are not happy, hence it is going to get ugly. I’m not sure what that will look like, though. Guns? Marches? Maskless fury-kissing? I have no idea, but whatever it is, there will be a lot of yelling, maybe a lot of shooting, and certainly a new and refreshed batch of hate and anger to contend with. It’s scary.
On the other hand, if Biden loses, Democrats might not protest at all. If they do, it will be done sooo weakly, because Democrats are weak. Yes, I am one, but I am not above seeing our failings, of which there are many. Democrats are just so…gentle. Biden will probably call Trump and say, “Hello, Mr. President, a sincere congratulations to you. The American people have spoken and the best man won. I guess.” Biden continues, “He must have, right, because the people voted and they chose you! Would you like me to make you a sandwich? I can, if you want, but it will take me a while to get it to you because I have to take the train. I’d better get started for my journey, sir. Mr. President.”
And that’s the problem with Democrats. They are weak. They are polite. They don’t show enough anger or gumption in a time that calls for both of those. (Look, even I’m, guilty of it, this weakness. Who says “gumption” for fuck’s sake?!)! I take it back. I spit on my own word! Oh, wait, spitting isn’t polite either, and we all know we can’t take back our words. I guess I’ll just have to tamp down my own politeness and subsequent irritation with myself. Maybe I’ll just carefully blot my lips with a napkin since I had the poor taste to spit in the first place. I apologize. Mr. Rogers would be disappointed in me.
And that my friends, is exactly the kind of bullshit Dems do. We apologize. We try to be gentle. We even try to be kind, for Christ’s sake. We shut our mouths when we should yell; we are intellectual and logical when we should be emotional. All we need to do to be more successful is look at what the other guys do: They speak up. They say whatever they want, facts be damned. Oh, excuse me, facts be darned. I apologize.
But seriously, if Democrats win, it will be a miracle, but it shouldn’t be. Trump is an ass. He’s not just an ass, but also a terrible President and a horrible person. It shouldn’t have even been a contest, let alone a close one! If Dems had a better strategy, and if they (we) were better with our messaging, we could have clobbered him. Why did it even come so close in Pennsylvania? Pennsylvania, of all places. Biden’s from there! He should have killed it in Pennslvania, no doubt. Why didn’t he?
I think it comes down to this stupid Democrat politeness. This kindness, this “can’t we all just get along?” mentality. The problem is, and especially right now, the answer is an unequivocal NO! People are divided; things are not okay right now. They might never be okay again. People might never again unite in these here “United” states of America. It’s ugly, it’s sad, but unfortunately, that’s how it is. So, while I appreciate the gentleness of Biden making the Dictator President a sandwich, as well as taking the train to D.C. to deliver it, I’m afraid this is not the time to try to bring our country together. This is a time to let the rage rage if Trump gets reelected, to let all of the people be scared of Covid, scared for our future livelihoods as well as our actual lives…and then let us be determined to fight this Covid monster together. I don’t know how Biden can possibly save Florida and the spring-break mentality of that state. Just how he can save Florida and all the states like it, I don’t know. (The motorcycle rally in Sturgis, South Dakota? Really?). Then again, the mostly unmasked Rose garden event and Trump rallies were equally super-spreading events. Ah, America. I’m shaking my head.
Insisting that “everything is going to be okay” is not going to make it so. We have to take some very serious measures to get the virus in control, or at least slow it down so thousands, and eventually millions of us, don’t just, you know, DIE! We will have to wear masks, even though it is annoying as hell. We will have to wash our hands, our doorknobs, our light switches, our toilet flushing levers, and clean everything to a degree that we never have since this virus started its deadly visit (even though too many of us will still get sick and/or die). To do that, to slow the spread of Covid-19, somebody has to tell us how, remind us to do it, be our brave leader and our best example, especially since we never got that with Trump. Fauci needs to stay. More people are needed to help try to stop this bastard virus. Even big Pharma needs to do its part.We need national, excellent, clear messages with both facts and prayer, so that we can get more people together to manage this virus to the best of our abilities. We don’t have to like each other (and in many cases, we probably don’t), but we do have to work together if we want to survive. We simply have to. I wish that Joe Biden could bring that clear, healthy messaging, that firm and strong approach, but I really don’t think he will. I don’t think he can…because very soon he will be on the train to DC bringing our departing Dictator President a sandwich. “Do you want mayonnaise on that, Mr. President?” We are so screwed.
