AMERICAN DREAMING ON THE EDGE OF THE ABYSS

Happy Fourth, folks! When you read this, I’ll be on a romp across the wilds of Arizona with Emily. A great way to celebrate the signing of the Declaration of Independence. I’ll be taking photos and notes for a travelogue. Stay tuned.

But it’s kind of bittersweet now, with an especially bizarro election looming. What’s with all these people calling themselves patriots but wanting to trash the Declaration, the Constitution, and the Bill of Rights? Do they know what the words they’re throwing around mean? Do they understand English?

And it’s not just here. All over the planet, people are warming up to the dictators.

Raging ignorance. Cult thinking. Argh.

And the world is in the hands of people who can’t make up their minds. At this point the election is about winning them over. Working with people who don't agree with you. Y'know, democracy.

I understand. There never seems to be a candidate that is in line with my view, but I’m a wild and crazy vato with far-out ideas. I learned long ago that me and politicians aren’t going to get along.

I’ve long considered voting to be like a pinball game. You whack away, hoping the ball will go where you want. Sure, often it doesn’t, but if you don’t whack, the assholes win and you didn’t do anything.

I’ve already made up my mind to vote for Biden, or whoever  may be running against Trump, who does more to make me want to vote against him every day.

Yeah, I know about the wars, and Biden is starting to look like the new LBJ, but Trump–who ain’t no peace freak and hates protesters–is worse than Nixon ever was, and is promising a full-blown dystopian nightmare if he wins.

Did I mention that Democracy is teetering on the edge of the abyss?

I know about protest votes–I’ve done them. They don’t do any good. I’ve always regretted it afterward.

Don’t worship politicians–I honestly don’t believe you should worship anything–they are pawns in this important game. Vote for them, but you don’t have to follow them. More important, vote against them, don’t invite the batshit crazy vampires into your front door, much less into the White House (again). Sacrifices must be made, as the Aztecs knew well . . .

And the day after the election, feel free to protest your ass off. One shitstorm at a time. Think strategically.

It’s awkward, and difficult, but far better than letting the monsters run the world.

Meanwhile, try to have some fun. I’ll be back with some weird, silly stuff soon. I promise.

 What's that? Immunity . . .