Holy shit, the words. The words and the numbers today. It’ll be a barrage. I have tried very hard to look for a place, a single under-served conceptual or factual blank space about this election, into which I might insert some original or even useful thinking, but there is none. Everything that can be said has already been said, several times over, or will be soon. So I’m doing my blissful idiot act today, I’m submitting myself mindlessly and cheerfully to task at hand. Easy to do in a safely blue city and mostly blue state. I was signed up as an election official but caught a sinus infection and missed all the trainings, so I am bereft of purpose but the one lone task. I don’t want to know anything else yet. Please. No live-Tweeting or headline updating. I have turned off my phone’s news notifications. I am currently indisposed. The cognitive dissonance is deafening. What was that weird little thing again? Oh yeah, a violent radical right insurgency took place on January 6th, 2020, and the one person with the power to marshal and direct those deadly forces is still a free man who will announce his 2024 presidential run tomorrow.
My brain stops cold right there.
I have my one simple, foundational civic duty, the worldwide world-historical primary duty of political self-determination, and today I will fulfill it as if marching off a plank.
Ha. Until this moment I had no prior plan to put another song in the spot today, yet this one turns out to be apt. I wrote it in 2009. It has grown more fitting with time. It won’t help the state of things. It’s got a good groove, though.
Thank you! Eloquently and subtle ... but did the trick