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Give Thanks
Damn right, we should give thanks!

Thanks that things aren’t even worse than they are. Thanks that Joe Biden (can you believe it? Joe freakin’ Biden!?) is the next President of the United States. Thanks that he didn’t die before election day. Thanks that slightly more than half of your fellow citizens aren’t complete idiots.

Also thanks that you aren’t dead. Yet. Thanks that maybe, perhaps, possibly, keep your fingies crossed one or all of those vaccines will actually work. Thanks that your house was not engulfed by a monster wildfire, clobbered by a super-hurricane, or drowned in this year’s thousand-year flood. Yet, yet, and yet.

And, most of all, thanks that you’re not too disillusioned and bitter to give thanks at all.
Fun With Boating
Pardon me if I am belaboring the point, but I can’t get past the fact that almost half the country actually thought What’s-his-name was a good choice for President of the United States…after watching him botch the job for four years. And please, don’t come at me with all that stuff about tribalism and alternate universes and authoritarian mindsets. None of that is enough to explain the craziness.

On the other hand, we are all in the same boat here. In that spirit, I was ready to put this conundrum behind me, move on, and simply hope for the best. But then I saw this headline coming out of South Dakota: “Dying COVID-19 Patients Still Don’t Believe The Virus Is Real.” In some pathetic little compartment in the back of my mind I had been holding out the possibility that the harsh, deadly reality of the pandemic — evidenced by the sickness and death of friends and family — would finally snap these legions of misguided souls out of their conspiracy-fueled mania and bring them back to Planet Earth. Another faint hope extinguished, I’m afraid.

The bearer of these sad tidings was Jodi Doering, an ER nurse who has been witnessing the recent spike of cases up close. “It’s like a fucking horror movie that never ends,” she says. Many of Ms. Doering’s coronavirus victims could not, would not, believe their diagnoses. Perhaps it’s cancer, they moaned hopefully. Or a really bad flu or pneumonia. But not COVID, because that’s a hoax, and you can’t die of a hoax. So true, and yet these people — even on their deathbeds — refused to entertain the most obvious explanation for what they were experiencing: that it was not a hoax, but rather exactly what every expert available said it was. “Insane” is not a strong enough word to describe their state of delusion.

Yes, we are all in the same boat. And that’s what scares me most. These people are in my goddam boat! They and their chosen representatives make decisions that affect all of us, sane and insane alike. Their only information source is a guy who lies all the time. And they believe him, it now appears, even if it kills them. Yow.

Allow me to sum up: we are trapped in this boat with crazies, and we are on the high seas of a pandemic. The crazies are infected with the virus, but they insist that they aren’t. And they won’t wear masks. And…they would rather die than change their minds.

So where is this boat headed, I wonder?
Now What?
Well, for one thing, I will be getting better nights’ sleep. We’ll still have to worry about What’s-his-name until January 20, but then he will be gone, and that is a very good thing for the world and for my own inner peace.

Republicans, of course, will have things a bit tougher. They must continue to take seriously their leader’s childish moods, a collection of traits that now features as its prime component the fact that he is all butthurt at having lost to Joe Biden. This case of butthurt, in fact, may be the most aggravated in all of human history. Being butthurt, in case this term is new to you, is to feel resentment or take offense when such a feeling is utterly unjustified.

Republicans must now pretend that the President is not butthurt at all, but rather a victim of multiple and complex schemes to cheat him. He says so, after all, and since they still live in such abject fear of him, they must affirm and mimic his foolishness. It is deeply demeaning for them, but on the other hand, these guys really had it coming.

If you are a Democrat, this is both entertaining and frustrating. For my part, I have decided to let go of the frustration. There was always going to be damage during the last days of What’s-his-name's regime. So be it; at least I’m getting some much-needed rest. After all, the end is near…and I am not a Republican.
Our Fellow Citizens
As I sit here writing this, it looks like it will be Biden after all. We will still have to endure some ugliness, of course, but whatever the final answer is, the consequences of this electoral decision will be profound. And either way, we will have to face a disturbing truth: this election was an easy, straight-up test of our good judgment, and nearly half of us failed it miserably.

Again, this was not hard. Whatever you may think of Joe Biden, he is not the manifest threat to your personal well-being and to our democracy that Donald Trump is. I’m not going to repeat all the evidence for that proposition; it’s all right there in front of you if you care to look. For some reason, many of our fellow citizens have chosen not to look — for four years. They took as their one and only unimpeachable source someone who lies all the time.

You hear lots of theories for why that is, but I no longer really care about why. These people have failed this simplest-possible-test by overriding their own instincts for both self-preservation and preservation of the species. The rest of us will have to contend with that truth — no matter who our President is.
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Trump supporters are people who know what they believe.
~ JC, Bonny Doon