Just an observational note: I think my mood since the election is one of shock. Jesus, I think, it's really happening. I wonder what will be left intact. I've stopped watching much of the news. I have a vague feeling of anger and betrayal at the Dems - not Kamala, who I think did quite well, but at Biden and his team for trying to stay on, at the career Dems for an apparent ineptness, at Biden and his team for not understanding that the campaign should not stop at the election, how repeated and continual connection and selling to the electorate is necessary. "Shut up and let me govern" is a tempting attitude, but it doesn't work. I think the policies were pretty good, but I think the big mouthed left wing progressives turned everyone off, both the elite as my friend Rick pointed out, and for me more prominently the BLM and Cory Bush and Jayapal and company - it's not the policies, it's the performance. And as always, there was a lack of making the greater case, what is this all about, where are we headed.
But then, as my brother points out, who pays attention to that stuff? It's image, man, it's image, democratic government isn't based on knowledge, is it? But that said, it wasn't a wipe out, the popular vote was close, and many Dems survived. What they learned is another matter. Will they youthen up the party, find the voices and people who turn people on, not the Schumers and Dick Durbans who might be sensible, but who are time-worn and uninspiring?
But that's not really my focus. I feel somehow depleted. I ain't marching anymore isn't far from what I feel. And my contempt for queen of the ball Merrick Garland is unabated. Plus my contempt for the lawyers and DOJ who slavishly obey an obscure footnote from 1973 or so from OLC in DOJ which mentioned that while Agnew could be prosecuted while in office for a crime, the sitting President couldn't be - which they grabbed from the air. In France they simply hold the charges in abeyance and prosecure after the term is over, which is sensible. But the lawyers at DOJ march to the cliff obedient to a distant opinion that somehow echoes. Defund DOJ.
I don't know what will happen. I fear cruelty, I fear amping up hate and anti-Semitism and hate for these poor people who come to this country somehow and work, I fear dismantling of the good important things government does. But then, my job is just concerned citizen, not professional politician nor government official. My influence is nil. I'm trying to fight rezoning in our neighborhood which would destroy our lovely street and adjoining streets by allowing unfettered congestion housing with 5 foot setbacks from the curb, without the need for review of plans, all of which is shoved through by Berkeley radical politicians who think anthills are great examples of how people ought to live. I have a letter to my councilman signed by 8 houses out of the 32 or so on the street, and some others would sign, but some don't want to be seen as unsympathetic with the plight of the homeless and those with not enough money to buy a single family home in this area. This fight seems pretty commensurate with my political abilities. When you say act locally, this is about as local as you can get.
Probably like most others on the losing side -- and when I say losing side, pretty much everything that I voted for went down except for the proposition that said treat thieves as thieves and punish and prevent thievery, that one passed -- I live my life now and count myself lucky for a myriad of things. I enjoy my coffee, I enjoy my chair and the view of my backyard, I enjoy my new multicolored $11.90 on-sale digital clock, how clever, and I count myself lucky to have friends who usually seem to like me, who knows why, but there it is and I am thankful.
I don't want to say "and life goes on," although that seems where I'm headed. No, that's not what I want to say. Instead, I want to say, let's see what happens to the awful world at large, let's enjoy good coffee cakes, let's hope to accept the things I cannot change, to have the courage to change
the things I can (not much problem there, I am inherently courageous, accepting setback after setback and still going on), and to have the wisdom to know the difference. Good enough for alcoholics, good enough for me. Remember to appreciate.
And meanwhile, it's good that I also understand that the holiday season is the hardest time for those who have sustained a significant loss, and I derive solace from that knowledge. It makes me happier, which is always to be wished for.
Budd Shenkin