…till tomorrow’s over and Florida is done. In fact, I can’t wait till the nominee is in the bag. And then the election can’t come soon enough.
Maybe I’ve just gotten wimpier as I’ve gotten older, but this really did seem like one of the more depressing campaigns right from the start, when the field was first set and the most promising candidates (IMHO) weren’t in it. Now it’s gone from merely depressing to viciously depressing. Even on this blog, the comments section has never seemed so full of anguish and rage, and a more-than-usual dose of misinformation and misunderstanding. I think it’s just a symptom of the difficult situation the nation is in.
And yet, compared to so many earlier troubled times, this is a piece of cake. The ones that come to mind right off the bat are—oh, little things like the Civil War, the Great Depression, and WWII—especially its early days. Even in my own lifetime the 60s were pretty bad: riots, assassinations, generational conflict of a fairly intense kind.
Come to think of it, maybe I really have turned into a wimp. Because we’ve weathered much worse storms, haven’t we?