Hi readers. Thanks for coming by for a read this morning.
I don’t pay much attention to politics, but it’s truly a temptation I’m going to have to consciously resist this year. Watching an illusion vanish happens so rarely it might be a crowd pleaser. Barnham and Bailey coming to town sort of thing.
The magnetic field is in the pure curiosity of just who-the-hell’s going to bother voting. And for whom. With Kennedy/Johnson it was the graveyards in south Texas carried them into office when live voters weren’t getting the job done. This time the graveyard residents might be undecided.
Political parties used to try for voting blocks. Teachers. Unions [hardhats one way, the rest, the other]. Hispanics. Blacks. Senior citizens. Young voters. Businessmen. Law and Order folk. Anti-this, Anti-that, pro-this, pro-that. But now that’s all gone into the grader-ditch of political strategy.
Not much doubt the ethnic blocks are going to find themselves lacking in enthusiasm after the past few years of diatribes and hate rhetoric without a word being said to neutralize it. Unions? Hell, unions are history and both parties have done everything in their power to make it so. Small businessmen and tradesmen being killed by Chinese competition for a decade? Old folks having their Social Security pensions threatened with ‘entitlement’ slogans?
The WE OFFER NOTHING, BUT THEY’RE WORSE! approach to electioneering is something new, maybe exciting.
Maybe it’s time to find a vacant FEMA bunker, unplug the communications gear and pretend everything already happened. Whatever that might be.
Old Jules
So Far From Heaven 