Remember George H. W. Bush’s “thousand points of light”? Or Bill Clinton’s “bridge to the 21st century”? Me neither. But, as judgment day approaches, I’m nostalgic for whatever they might have meant.
My one hope for Election Day is that everyone gets it out of their system. Vent away, people.
Biden haters, I urge you to let it all out. Not just at the doddering man himself, the one who can’t lead himself out of a basement but wants to lead the free world: Hate on them all. Governor Gretchen Whitmer trying to prevent you from buying perennials at Home Depot, when planting your garden in the spring was just about the most healthy, wholesome, and pious thing you could do. Hate on Governor Andrew Cuomo’s weird Mountain of Doom presentations about his greatness, even as New York undergoes an agony. His stupefying TV brother who preaches mask wearing and entombment in your basement when sick on TV, but who gets spotted in Long Island, maskless and presumably contagious. Hate on Governor Gavin Newsom burning fossil fuels in a private jet to take a photo op with Kamala Harris in front of a picturesque burned residence, whose owner isn’t even allowed to visit the ruins of his life. Hate on Hillary Clinton telling Joe Biden not to concede. …
… If you hate Trump — put all your hate into that voting booth. After all, you’re voting against a man who grinned and gave a thumbs-up in a photo op with a baby, recently orphaned by a right-wing mass shooter in El Paso. Hate on Fox News for filling your father’s retirement years with anxiety over the “Demoncrats” and the fact that you’re going to get a My Pillow this Christmas.