A discussion like this is best held
for Fridays since there’s always the opportunity to drown the scarier moments
in afternoon/evening adult beverages. It looks more and more like it’s going to
be Trump versus Clinton for the presidential election and that is scarier than
any of the versions of the Exorcist I’ve seen. People who know my history with
that film can appreciate that last statement. While Clinton is the ultimate
party hack, the last few days have shown just how scared the Republican
establishment is threatened by Trump.
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That could be a welcome development,
not Trump (for God’s sake), but the concept of “the people” running roughshod
over a political party’s power. I also believe that’s behind Bernie Sander’s surprisingly
strong challenge. People, including myself, have watched the encroaching power
of the political parties that is found nowhere in the Constitution. It’s been
allocated to the parties by their elected functionaries and in many cases now
has the power of law. That’s a problem, especially given the resurgence of
financial support from the moneyed elite. It’s led to the dysfunctional form of
congressional government we are now in thrall to. It would be nice to think
that this is the opening battle of a campaign by the American people to take
back their inherent rights in the political process. I’ve always been an
optimist.
Back in the solitary Worcester life I
finished off the latest puzzle which Buddy is ecstatic about. He groans dramatically
whenever I sat down to work on it. Apparently the lack of attention he receives
during my puzzle time is a serious issue for him. He almost caught one of the rabbits
that haunt our late night back yard last night. It’s probably not a good idea
to go into the freeze mode when you’re still inside a charging black lab’s
chain range. Luckily, for him, he figured that out just in time to zig zag
away. Buddy was extraordinarily proud of himself for protecting me from this dangerous
threat. He sat down in front of his box of treats when we came inside and
refused to move until I recognized his extraordinary heroism with an extra
treat.
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The Curbside girls celebrated one of their
birthdays yesterday and if photos are to be believed (and why wouldn’t they?) a
good time was had by all, including the First Blog Reader. I actually forgot to
send the photos to myself to post on the blog today. Between meetings I ran
back home and rectified that heinous omission. It’s just hard to start the day
without my daily granddaughter fix. My solitude will take a serious beating in the
immediate future as First Friday celebrations loom as does the Saturday afternoon
arrival of my Favorite Son.
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