Forget It

I've been thinking of something witty and urbane to say about the results of today's election.  Something to make me feel better after what I just saw happen.  I thought about it in the shower, where most of my worthwhile thinking is done (only kidding - I don't do any worthwhile thinking).  There must be something wrong with our shower because nothing came to me.  I was looking for the shower of the universe to turn on the faucet of inspiration and wash over me with the soft waters of knowledge and give me the pruney fingers of wisdom.  But I just ended up getting the shampoo of political frustration in my eyes.  As I tried to dry off the dampness of depression with the smelly towel of reality, it hit me.

"Eh," I said to myself, "who cares."  In ten days nobody will remember this blog post, and posting this will change nobody's mind.  Those who are ecstatic over today's outcome will probably never understand why other people are not.  Those who are depressed with today's events will never be consoled by wise words or stupid metaphors.  Writing it doesn't make me feel any better, so I don't expect reading it will help you.

Quick tangent: I am just a little glad that when our daughter grows up she, like my grandfather did, will have sad tales of hardship and scarcity.  I hope that those experiences will make her a better person than I am.

While George Bush was president I got mighty tired of having to ready snarky bumper stickers glued to hybrids extolling the intelligence of the driver by bad mouthing the man in the Oval Office.  I hope it doesn't happen over the next four years, though who could blame anyone for doing so at this point.  I was hoping to think of something as sharp and biting as those (now mostly removed) hybrid bumper stickers.  But I realized that they sound stupid regardless of the party the driver votes with.  So there's really nothing I can say to do anything for anyone at this point, and seeing how this isn't especially cathartic for me, I guess I may as well just wrap it up.  The only thing I do have to say is this:

My family has guns.  If you voted for the incumbent and at any time within the next four years you come to my house in a state of near starvation, asking for food or handouts, you will make an excellent source of protein.