@simsa03 It was a trolley problem election. Now we all get to find out which track the trolley is barreling down and who and who isn't standing on that track. A lot of voters pulled the switch to send it down barreling down on other people, and may be surprised to find themselves run down.
@simsa03 Part or most of my enthusiasm for Harris was because she is a woman and a person of color, and presented that as a positive in a powerful and smart way. I knew many voters would vote against her precisely because of that, but a lot of people I thought would feel that enthusiasm did not. Like my elder daughter, who voted for Stein, who saw her as part of the Dem establishment she is so very angry at. Misogyny and racism won, in part because some sat on their hands or voted third party.
@simsa03 I don't think abortion is what killed Harris and the Dems chances. But it's clear I was way up in my silo and accepted some assumptions that are now in retrospect wrong. I did think Harris would win, and even momentum was on her side. Boy, was I wrong. I feel much the same way I did in 1980 when Reagan was elected, except with less testosterone. Back then, I was flabbergasted and enraged that so many people were that stupid.
@simsa03 Many are blaming Biden. Maybe he should have stepped aside to allow for a primary for a successor. But I don't blame him even if it would been better if he had.
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I didn't seem to be nearly as badly injured as I should be, after such a fight. Hardly more than the usual aches and pains of being old. The old man, a supervisor or prosecutor or such, interrogated me without rancor or threat. I answered in the same way I had to the brothers. Suddenly, he got up and went outside. I followed. He got into a pickup truck parked at the curb, and drove up a telephone pole and parked on the telephone wires. He looked sad. I woke up.
The brothers then came back, evidently ready to start the interrogation again. They seemed almost ready to do violence, but as in real life fights I've been in, there's a slight hesitation before starting in. I saw they were almost ready, and pulled out my flip knife, and slashed one of them. The battle ensued, and it wasn't going well for any of us (also as in real fights). Then there was a discontinuity, and I was back in the hotel room, sitting a table across from an old, tired looking man.
The brothers of my lover stood shoulder to shoulder looming over me, dressed like abstract noir secret agents. They now seemed to think I was somehow involved in the plot against their sister. I told them calmly I knew nothing about it, that I knew they could easily tear me to pieces, and if they were going to do it, they'd best be about it. They retired to a nearby sculpture garden and practiced martial arts moves, knocking over some of the sculptures.
At first it seemed like they wanted up to help hide her in some way. In the morning, we all walked to the state capitol nearby, which sat on a hill above a large river, and had a tall golden dome. Everyone else went inside. It was fine sunny fall day.I pushed a large silver ball around in the lawn for a while, then lounged on the marble steps on one side of the building. Two of her brothers came up to me. They were much taller than me, looked almost like twins except one was dark and one blonde.
She was vague and evasive answering, again like child. Soon other people came into the room, some of whom also climbed onto the bed. Some of them I identified as members of her family, recognizing them in the fashion of dream even tho' they didn't necessary resemble themselves in life. Her mother and sister were on the bed with us. They told us her death had been faked, as well as the celebration of life videoed and posted online.
I just woke up from a long convoluted dream. It started with an old lover, who died last December, who came into the hotel room and climbed into bed between me and Els, rather like one of our grandkids climbing into bed for a snuggle, though she was her chronological age. I said what she said to me when we got back in contact after 30 years via FB: "I thought you were dead."
I'm a Pentecostal Atheist putting on a tent show revival, speaking in tongues and witnessing to the Word of not god but the Mammon of my counterfeits of meaning