So we moved to France.
In spring of 2017, the French went to the polls and elected Emmanuel Macron, a sensible centrist and a quantum galaxy preferable to the National Front whore, Marine LePen, who had gathered some momentum...now almost totally lost, I believe. So, a bit of good news. Indeed, with Merkel's star waning, it appears that Macron, an incredibly smart man, will become the leader of the free world, as the US president once was.
In October, 2017, we moved back to the UK. I missed the green valleys, the abundant nearby beaches, and Waitrose, God's own supermarket.
And I thought Brexit would have failed by now. I STILL think it will fail. Somehow.
Evil is as evil does
When I went to bed in France one night in November two years ago, I cautiously thought Clinton would win, despite Comey's unconscionable re-release of the email flap right before the election. I hadn't factored in the Republican gerrymandering of 2010, lest they have to serve under another black, or god forbid, female president. And, of course, the Russians. This also coming to light.
When we awoke, my husband looked at his phone (I don't use a phone for information, except, umm, phone calls) and told me I'd better sit down. Good thing. My heart really did drop, and I'd have passed out cold.
Never until this year did I see all over social media the pleas for the death of a president. It is unique in the history of politics, I think; usually it is crazies who issue death threats, and not normal, sane, decent people who fervently wish for another human to die even if stopping short of issuing death threats. Even putting a toe into that desperate pool is beyond what any of us liberals ever considered thinking about, never mind expressing.
|Don't get your hopes up; this is a fake photo from this site.|
Because I live in the UK as an Irish citizen--which puts me in danger if the UK leaves the EU--and my working life was in the US, hence my retirement funds are Soc. Sec. and my husband's 401Ks. So they're subject to the insane and sociopathic whims of the most despicable human to occupy the Oval Office, ever. Emphasis on occupy; he has done NO work, only mischief.
Anyway, I got to worry over both the 45IQ depredations on Soc. Sec. and his disastrous fiscal and economic so-called policies, and about the security of my life with my British husband in the UK for two-plus years.
One way or another, I have had an adrenal-gland whipping couple of years, and they have, indeed, been whipped. To the point that I probably need to resurrect my liver, impaired by binge eating when the political miseries got too bad, and by the nightly martini, as anaesthetic was necessary after a full day of information about Brexit and Cheeto and the destruction both were causing everyone, not just me.
After two years of knowing in my gut and now in The Guardian, if nowhere else, that the Russians paid for and engineered the Brexit Leave vote, I was hoping for some break, somewhere. When that Russian sub was reported surfacing in the English Channel in June, 2016, I KNEW it was symbolic of Russia cutting the UK--a powerful EU nation until then--off from the EU, the better to pick us all off and turn us into slave states for the Kremlin.
|This Russian sub was heavily armed and appeared before the referendum. It had been picked up in the North Sea and followed by the British Navy, but we still bold enough to surface in broad daylight in view of Dover. Message, ya think?|
There is little good news yet on the Brexit front, so my glands are still flooding my poor beleaguered body with adrenalin. And of course I'm adding the coffee. But having given up gin in favor of my liver, there has to be SOME reward for living through this crap.
The Blue Wave
Anyway, it was with boundless joy that I greeted the generally Blue Wave-ish results from the US elections yesterday. There were major disappointments, to be sure. Texas. Florida. Georgia. But not unexpected. Georgia was founded as a penal colony and apparently intends to remain so. Florida is where old sequins go to die; how much brain can a sequin have? Texas? Cripes. It's a miracle Beto O'Rourke even lived until the vote was over. They deserve what they get. And Beto's in a good position for next time.
I would be ecstatic about the Blue Wave. Not a tsunami as hoped, but enough IF Pelosi had not opened the next round with a "reach across the aisle" mewling of bullshit. Can you stop a robber by saying "pretty please"? No. A baseball bat to the head works much better. And there is Pelosi with a feather duster. She is from the old regime, when women in power had to act like the weakest of men in power. No longer, Nancy, my dear. If this election said one thing, it said this:
Women are NOT the equal of men. Women are more powerful than men. Women are done compromising with you; you haven't the wits to lead, and we are, by god, taking the reins. So get out of the way, or be pushed.
That is, if we can get Pelosi to accept and use her own gender and condition--female and powerful--and stop acting like the "fake men" we used to elect before we understood who we are.
Copyright 2018, LH McBride