The next six days will be a long wait | Mann Overboard

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Only six more days, we’re hoping, until the biggest party this town has seen.

The celebration here and nationally at the impending end of the unbelievably corrupt Trump regime might well eclipse those on VJ or VE Day. I don’t want to get overconfident here, but hope does spring eternal. And hope, a valuable coping mechanism, is definitely alive.

A Dem landslide would prevent another winter of our discontent. So we wait. And we hope.

Imagine: An end to all the venting we’ve done here the past four years.

An end to shaking our heads in disbelief after hearing the latest lawlessness, misdeeds and calumnies to emerge from the White House.

Only six more days. At this writing, absent a complete failure of polling data, our collective mood will probably brighten considerably.

But first we must endure six final days of desperation. I think we’ll see some of the dirtiest campaign tricks ever, and a sullying and attempted dismissal of the vote. One thing Trump does love, besides himself, is litigation. I am reminded of the old Mexican curse: “May your life be filled with lawyers.”

A Biden win, preferably a landslide, is something we desperately need, what with our wearying COVID precautions and strictures, and with winter settling in.

I’m ready to go out into the street and celebrate with you. Physically distanced, of course. If it happens, and if there aren’t too many states yet to be counted, it will be a wild time. The new Era of Good Feelings.

I’m ready for the rest of the country to follow the lead of a new, mask-wearing President and also, to emulate PT’s success in holding the virus (more or less) at bay.

I’m also ready for our venting to end. This loathesome mental midget and grifter has taken up way too many of our conversations.

Even humor has some limits as a coping mechanism.

Donald of Orange has been a fount of comedy material; he’s made derision, scorn, and mocking him all too easy. If you can’t make fun of yourself, one comic says, make fun of other people. Or, in Trump’s case, attack them viciously.
It sure will be nice to open the New York Times website each day without bracing myself first.

This next week will be, for most of us, the longest few days in memory. But a week from now ... please, let this party begin! Crank up Kool and The Gang’s “Celebration”
Speaking of which, some recent political comedy that may soon be unnecessary:

— SCROTUS notwithstanding, there are actually people on Twitter who aren’t witless, can actually spell and who also don’t make flagrant, constant grammatical errors. A sampling:

— Middle Age Riot tweets: “About now, Mike Pence is probably wishing he was back in Indiana keeping gay couples from buying wedding cakes.” And: “It isn't enough for Donald Trump to just lose. His loss has to be so comically humiliating for him and the Republican Party that nobody so mentally and emotionally unfit to be President is ever elected or even nominated again.” Amen, brother!

— Also on Twitter, this from “windmill cancer survivor” Linda D: “if Lindsey Graham and McConnell lose, I'll never ask for another thing.” Please, let’s ship Mitch and those dewlaps back to Kentucky, stat.

— Then there’s this, from late-night host Jimmy Kimmel: “Of course Trump has a secret Chinese bank account. He had to. He’s running out of things to be hypocritical about. It was the only thing left. At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised to find out he tunneled under the border from Mexico into the country.”

— Grab them by the ballot? Access Hollywood tape, redux: Colorado Dem activist Ariaa Jaeger has this clever tweet on the election on Twitter: “I moved on him like a bitch. I just started voting. I didn’t even wait. I just voted. And when you’re registered, they let you do it.”


(PT humorist Bill Mann voted two weeks ago, and, auspiciously, had to wait in a line of cars at the Jefferson County courthouse to drop off his ballot. Newsmann9@gmail.com)