Dispatches from the Culture War
Let’s give it another go, shall we?
My last missive was, shall we say, a tad down in the mouth. Things could not possibly be so dire. As one critic would have it, it sounded as though my dog had died.
Well, she did, in fact. The day before the election. And there is an enormous Maggie shaped hole in my heart.
I woke up today feeling wretched and I didn’t even bother to drink too much last night.
For the first time since 1972, I went to bed early on Election Night. The statewide results in Florida were too painful to bear, and the chirpy happy talk from the MSNBC/CNN yapping heads was doing nothing to make it go down easier. Yeah, flip the house, lots of ponies in that stable full of dung, but dammit, if I go to sleep and never wake up, I will never have to face a world in which the idea of Senator Rick Scott and Governor Ron DeSantis is a real thing.
