It was a delicious 54 degrees down on the dock this morning at 5:35am. I was chilly in shorts and a t-shirt. There was a mist crawling across the surface of the water. This lake seems unaware of the chaos afoot in Washington, DC. It knows nothing of Joe Biden, Donald Trump, and now Kamala Harris. It only knows that it’s time for the sun to rise over its calm waters. It’s time to show off its beauty once again. Quantabacook seems to have one job and one job only—to be the antidote for crazy.
Yesterday, Ron and Paula left for home, leaving Pam and I here for another two weeks. Eventually we too will have to reenter a world where the new Democratic nominee for President is a woman best known for her word salads, cackling laugh, and somehow making it to age 59 without knowing the tune to “The Wheels on the Bus”. But in 2024 the bar of qualifications for the highest office in the land has been sufficiently lowered to accommodate such inadequacy. Moreover, President Biden’s abdication suddenly leaves Donald Trump as the only old man in the race, perhaps the most shrewd thing Joe has ever done in his life. The only drama which remains is who Kamala will name as her VP. Being a Democrat, her choice will have to be put through the vigorous gauntlet of the box-checking identity politics her party is known for. Since she has the advantage of being a two-fer—both black and female—the early betting is that she will name a man to fill this most meaningless of jobs. But it can’t be just any man. After all, men have a long history is being…well, men, with their misogynistic attitudes and appetites. She will have to tread carefully with this, the first big life-changing decision of her public life. (Well, second if you include Willy Brown). As I survey the potential VP’s in the Democratic bullpen I see one clear standout, and if Kamala agrees with me, she just might win the White House.
Pete Buttigieg, Secretary of Transportation.
Pete brings an awful lot to the table. He’s a man. He’s young. He’s a veteran. He’s Harvard to JD Vance’s Yale. He’s ten times smarter than Kamala Harris. But best of all for the Democratic faithful—he’s gay. Imagine the unbridled joy on the convention floor in Chicago as the balloons rain down on these two young, attractive people, holding hands thrusted in the air, declaring the Age of Aquarius has indeed finally come. Meanwhile, over in MAGA world, fat and old Donald Trump and his Ivy League Hillbilly won’t have Crooked-Joe to kick around anymore. Could get very interesting by Election Day.
But, where does this leave someone like me? Many years ago I considered myself a small-government, communist-hating Republican. But neither of those two things exist anymore. Donald Trump’s takeover of the GOP has rendered it permanently radioactive for me. The Democratic Party has blown their potential opening where I am concerned by their lunatic left fringe and seeming deathwish-devotion to the existence of sixteen genders and all that goes with it. So, for me it’s no longer about the “issues” or anything as silly as “policy”. Nobody actually gets things done anyway. For me it’s about two things—basic competency, and human decency. Of the four people I theorize will be the candidates mentioned above, one stands out…Pete. If Pete Buttigieg were President, I wouldn’t have to worry about his intelligence. Have you ever heard him speak? The dude would never embarrass us with some rambling non sequitur, ignorant rant, or ear-piercing cackling laugh. Sure, he would be a devoted statist, government has all the answers guy like thousands of democrats before him, but honestly, who isn’t anymore?
So, my choices are between not voting at all and maybe, maybe pulling the lever for the ticket with Pete Buttigieg on it.
But what if she passes over Pete for someone else? Suppose she goes all-female with somebody like Elizabeth Warren? What if she picks that slicked back pretty boy governor of California? Well, I’m out at that point.
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