10 Days After

For a conflicting few hours, it looked like President Trump would snatch victory from the jaws of defeat. I had very mixed emotions about this as The Donald is a terrible president who would, in a wiser country, never have been selected to the ballot in 2016. Its his enemies, who are also my enemies – Pelosi, AOC (AOL?), et al – that made him the least bad choice.

It is now clear that Joe Biden won the election.

All that remains is for the lawsuits to run their course toward the inevitable and the 4-year experiment with a megalomaniac as president will come to an end. Not something I hope to see again in my lifetime.

Let Joe Biden be sworn in as present. Then, the loyal resistance can take up the torch of the Never-Trumpers, take to the streets and to the courts, preen, posture, and protest.

The NTs childish antics since 2016 call for a harsh response from the right now that Democrats are about to reclaim power. Reveling in their victory now, the NTs richly deserve what they are about to get: a taste of their own bitter medicine.

Or perhaps not. As a rule, conservatives and libertarians have more interest in living their own lives than meddling in others’, which makes for weaker displays of overt resistance to liberal regimes.

The Morning After

Quite an interesting presidential election. President Trump has 267 electoral votes locked up, by my count. That leaves him 3 short and he must come from behind in either Michigan or Nevada to keep the presidency.

My prediction is that will not happen and Joe Biden will become president.

Given the vast inaccuracies in pollsters’ reports leading up to the election, I figure my guess is as good as theirs.

Which is interesting, considering they get paid to get these things right.

Or do they? There’s a legitimate line of thinking that the press and the pollsters have taken on the self-appointed role of “making the market” and now fully intend to make the news, not report it.

Stay in your lanes, boys and girls. Ask your questions, report the answers, and keep your opinions on the Op-Ed page.

Election 2020

In 2016, I watched Donald Trump dominate the debates with Hillary Clinton with a sick sense in my gut. Mostly that was the booze I’d swilled like Prohibition was coming back, but there was something more. That something came to pass on election night.

Slow-forward through the misery of the last four years to 2020 and I’m getting the same sensation. This time I’ve strategically limited myself to a single G&T, so there’s no danger of losing my dinner again.

Stranger still, I find myself marginally invested in President Trump. After much oscillation, I checked his box rather than Jo Jorgensen’s for a single reason: The enemy of my enemies is my friend.

And make no mistake, Nancy Pelosi and her ilk are enemies of the pillars of the American way of life that have existed, with a few aberrant periods, since the founding of this country: individual rights, economic opportunity, freedom of/from religion. The new Democrats cannot be trusted with any of these elements, let alone all of them.

So vote for possibly the worst president in history we must.

As evidence, note that she-who-shall-not-be-named – AOC – has won re-election. A singularly reprehensible individual, the congresswoman would be a sure-fire loser here in Texas, where I am blessed to live. New Jersey? Get a rope!

(No, thought police, that’s not a threat. It’s what we Texans call humor, by way of quoting an old Pace picante sauce advertisement. one that eloquently encapsulates what Texans think of Joisey and its neighbors.)

Another sign of our silly, celebrity-driven times is the Senate election in Alabama, in which former Auburn University football coach Tommy Tuberville has the seat sown up.

In his victory speech, Tuberville promised “fight like heck against Chuck Schumer, Nancy Pelosi, AOC.”

“We can turn far left and embrace the doctrine of socialism in the next few years,” Tuberville said. “Or we can point toward the American Dream, which is freedom, liberty and opportunity for all.”

A fools-ball coach (The Waterboy with Adam Sandler) isn’t exactly my first choice for a U.S. Senator. But if Tuberville lives up to his word, he might grow on me. If nothing else, he’s got the right enemies in his sights.

If Biden wins and the Democrats control both houses of Congress, this country is in for one heck of a bumpy ride down the trail forged by our friends the French. Judging from their recent history, the destination isn’t so good.

If Trump wins and/or the Republicans hang on to the Senate, we’ll be in for four more years of liberal anarchy, in the government and in the streets.

This is what comes of handing out too many participation trophies and not enough corporal punishment. Having never learned how to accept losing, liberals’ tantrums are a sad display of their core values: our way or we’ll make your lives hell.

Whatever the morning brings, it isn’t going to be good.

Here’s the thing I can’t get past: In a country of over 300 million people, Trump, Biden, Pelosi, and McConnel cannot possibly be the best leaders among us.

Challenge: Considering only people you know personally, write down a list of those who you believe would do a better job representing us.

I’ll bet I could get at least 50, and the same for every one of you.

Think about that: What could be possible if we fixed the system from the inside?

Fall Back, to What, Exactly?

Happy fallback day, the annual return to a period of darkness in the life of working men and women, the real Americans. This seems suitable for Election Week 2020, perhaps the grimmest occurrence in my half-century on Earth.

Foiled in my attempt to early-vote, I’ll now have to face the crowds on Tuesday to cast my votes. At this late date, I still do not know whose name I’ll put at the top of my ballot. Downstream is easy: a set of Republican and Libertarian votes is de rigueur.

Unfortunately, the choice for President of the United States, which should be an easy one, is akin to choosing between death by blunderbuss – President Trump – and smallpox – Joe Biden.

Is it better to burn out than fade away, as Joe Elliot sang in Rock of Ages, a song from a happier time dominated by Valley Girls, the end of the Cold War, and the Reagan/Thatcher cross-Atlantic alliance? If so, perhaps a vote for President Trump does inexplicably make sense.

Here is the problem with the Trump presidency in a pithy nutshell: It’s not that Mr. Trump is a racist idiot – he’s neither of those things – it’s that he consistently fails – indeed, refuses – to accept advice from those who know best. Trump treats the presidency as if it were a kingship, which is at once fundamentally un-American and a recipe for disaster in difficult times.

Joe Biden presents a politic – and political – safe choice. After all, how could the country go wrong electing a career politician who has accomplished exactly nothing during his decades in office?

The problem with Senator Biden is not so much with his own policies, it is that he stands at the head of the only-liberal-lives-matter mob that’s been howling for the blood of law enforcement officers – and getting it – all year. Democrats’ unhealthy sponsorship of street terrorism makes voting for Biden all but impossible.

Jobs or mobs? That seems to be the choice.

Add to this Dems’ long-standing and oft-frustrated sense that they know better than the rest of us and are entitled to jam their neo-socialist agenda past the clenched teeth and down the throats of unwilling Americans and have stated their intention to pack the Supreme Court with enough justices to reverse the Constitutional process and what do you get? A political poison pill that no one right of Joe Lieberman could vote for while sober.

Electing Joe Biden as president will cure the illness of Donald Trump as commander-in-chief but it will inevitably prove fatal to the patient, our nation.

Given a choice between two bad options, it’s natural to cast about for a way out of the trap. Unfortunately, there is no such option. The Libertarian party, the only one with a hope of emerging as a legitimate third option, has failed to grow itself during President Trump’s term. By fielding the exceptionally unknown Jo Jorgenson as the party’s candidate, the Libertarians have made themselves irrelevant in the fight.

Tuesday, November 3rd is a second date that will live in infamy in American history. Yet somehow a choice must be made. In the absence of clarity, I suspect mine will be made on the spot, a socio-political gut-level call that is as much desperation as hope.

There will be no winners in this election. Knowing that, it’s time for Americans to pick up the pieces and start moving forward again. We’ve wasted two decades sniveling over Monica-gate, Bush vs. Gore, and Trump’s electoral college miracle.

Now, there is no place to fall back to. It is time to chart a course forward together, even if it is into disaster.