the aspect i felt so compelled to try to express was just the incredible, almost passionate level of relief i feel at having a president who has actual, normal, human emotions.
i don’t really go by the standard of “would you want to have a beer with x,y, or z?” when it comes to elected officials. but i do feel if biden were to show up at my door i could sit down with him and have a reasonable conversation with him, one human being to another. whether we talked politics, weather, or good times and bad we’d both experienced, he’d have things to share and he’d be willing to listen to what mrs. navarro and i had to say.
in deepest fantasy-mode i can’t picture any such thing with trump. as far as i can tell, he’s been a hollow shell of a person since his mid-teens.
it’s just the fact that we have a president-elect who has been enlarged by his time on earth, who has grown from his experiences and been made a better person for his triumphs and his tragedies that i was celebrating. and am still celebrating.
it’s not the gatekeeping of the democrats per se. ( though i also used to think so. ) it’s that money and speech have been conflated in law and policy. and so it takes incredible name recognition to make a presidential campaign work
that said, the democratic primaries were much more fair this time round. there were plenty of new faces. the actual voters themselves ultimately thought biden had the best shot of winning. i think warren, sanders, or a few others could have done as well. but it was in fact the people who decided
with you, all the way. last night i cried, almost sobbed, with relief to listen to him and harris say things which not that long ago would have seemed trite, cliche-level platitudes.
Same here. I’m probably going to spend from now until the inauguration trying to recover from all the political stress while keeping my pandemic stress in check. It’s a weird balancing act.
It was 74F today at our house in greater Detroit (checks date - yup, pretty weird for Nov. 7). It’s been beautiful sunny skies since Tuesday morning this week. The weather, alone, has made it so much easier to believe the end of the orange nightmare is coming to a close. I feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders.
