I’m in Arizona, in the checkout line at Walmart, clutching something I need today that was two days away by Amazon.
I look around at the patriarchal beards, the camouflage cargo pants, thinking idle thoughts about the carnival barkers on Fox News, Samuel Alito’s wife, how temporary the privilege of calling Trump a felon will probably turn out to be.
It comes to me then: A people camping out in the ruins of their own civilization. I pay for my indispensable, cross the parking lot, head back home.
I throw my car keys on the kitchen counter, hearing Hillary the imposter’s earnestness, her arrogance, back in 2016. It was way too late even then, and now….
“Going forward,” as the Wall Street pundits are so fond of saying, it’s not what we do with them that will matter. It’s what they’ll do with us.
Gonna keep “testing” making up for “lost” time….
“I throw my car keys on the kitchen counter, hearing Hillary the imposter’s earnestness, her arrogance, back in 2016. It was way too late even then, and now….”
This brought me up short when I first read it, and today it’s a punch in the gut… It makes me equal parts sad and angry. And, I genuinely don’t know who to be angriest at: Hillary? Obama? The DNC?
For all of Bernie Sanders’ missteps, bobbles, and bungles… dammit, at least he tried.