Today felt like a penultimate episode of a season of a premium TV show.
My dad loves Trump and told me that "the blacks" will be shutting down the freeways in California "when Trump wins." Meanwhile, my mom has been in the hospital. It was dicey for a few days but she'll be fine. Old people are just in the hospital from time to time.
Due to COVID, family visits are limited. It's one person twice per day. My dad has done most of the visits and my siblings have done some. Today was my day.
I was so glad to see her. I showed her pictures of her youngest grand kids, my twins. The toddlers were dressed in matching raccoon costumes, they love knocking over trash cans. I hope they grow out of it soon.
I brought over my mom's California mail-in ballot. The top of the ticket was beyond obvious. We went through the propositions. I figured she got them right, she has two sons who are left leaning economics professors. She signed it and I added it to mine and will l drop in off soon. We chatted a bit about what went well and what went wrong for radicals in the late 60's through the late 80's. Eventually, I had to leave.
I saw the white board in my mom's hospital room. All non white surnames, at least some of them are first generation Americans. I don't believe in merit based immigration, all people deserve to be here. But damn, almost everyone who heals your elderly spouse or parent or grand parent is not white and many are not born here. Trump's blood and soil nationalism could kill your loved ones.
Walking out of the hospital, to my car, I though how a broad coalition of people are going to oust the ghoul that is Trump. Afterwards, I will fight with and also cajole some who are in the more conservative wing of that coalition. I believe that the nurses and support staff should be paid much more and that the doctors should be paid less but have their student loans wiped out. The administrator of the hospital, who most certainly will also vote for Biden, will disagree with me. We can have that fight and I will win as long as the madman, who want us all dead, are discredited and out of office. I know I'm in a deep blue State but there are enough people who broadly agree with me and Trump will be ejected on Tuesday. My feelings are in common with enough people in Iowa and Georgia and North Carolina and Pennsylvania and Michigan and Arizona.
The majority, the super majority, will take back its country, we will own the 2020's and me and Rusty and can fight out the difference between social democracy and democratic socialism in the 2030's. In the meanwhile, we have a country and a planet to save.
As I got in my car, to go get some micro brews and small batch roasted coffee, I took off my mask, put on the radio and Billy Joel's "We didn't start the fight" was on. Tiny Raccoons, we got a planet to win. On Tuesday night, episode 10.
