It finally dawned on me why so many people voted for Trump.
It’s simple, when you think about it.
Politicians never keep their campaign promises. Never. Think about it. It’s the assumption that they’re lying out of their collective assets.
Nobody once considered the possibility that Trump might actually carry through on what he said he’d do if elected to office. And yet, he did. He did exactly what he said he’d do, and more. He began the systematic and fast-paced dismantling of our nation’s government, twisting the last shreds of democracy into ironclad dictatorship of the 1%. We voted for this beast as a nation, and we got what we as a nation asked for. In what is possibly the most ironic moment in human history, a man’s honesty was our downfall.
To be fair, I still don’t like Clinton and am not sure how much of an improvement that shitstorm would have been. As a Trumpkin pointed out – not without justification – it’s not like the Clintons were exactly paragons in their business and political dealings, either. I voted Clinton with a proverbial gun held to my head – the Trump gun. Had the GOP offered a moderate (yes, despite all evidence to the contrary, there once existed moderate Republicans), I’d have voted Republican without blinking. I still find myself wondering if the Dems manipulated the GOP to get Trump in because he was the only candidate they figured Hillary could beat easily, and they were blindsided by how badly they miscalculated. It’s been pretty well documented that they manipulated the primaries to eliminate Bernie Sanders, voters be damned. Given the previous Clinton associations with The Donald, nothing would surprise me.
I tried talking to both sides of the divide when it was still possible to do something about it by voting. Now we’re stuck with a Cheeto in Chief whose mental capacity rivals a mentally challenged amoeba, and the puppet masters being appointed to run the show. I am not blind to the atrocities happening, but I am not going to waste my time and my breath trying to change anyone’s mind. It doesn’t achieve a thing. I get the concept of protesting, but that ship has sailed. We signed away our right to disagree by electing a man who’s outlawing it as fast as the ink can dry on his signatures. There’s no way those documents were prepared in the XX days since the
swearing-at swearing-in. This was the most calculated, ballsy coup I’ve ever seen.
Eh, end of political rant.
The new job is interesting. I still think once I get the hang of it I’ll be able to do it in my sleep. And I’m ridiculously okay with that. Since this is an international company with HQ overseas, I’m hedging my bets against the potential we might have to immigrate.
We have the dynamic duo (grandsons) here with us tonight. The little one with autism has learned to say grandma, and calls me that now at least part of the time. He knows (and uses) his cousin’s name, and now understands that grandma and mama and papa and cousin each are distinct people with their own distinct names. (The dog, too, but that’s another story.) The dawning context is a huge progression. No more echoes; when he talks now he does so of his own volition, with knowledge and intent. He understands everything now instead of parroting more than half. That’s a massive breakthrough. Our other monster contributes to the progress, I think. The interaction is good for both of them. Our talkaholic needs social interaction because it’s who he is. Our new talker has leapfrogged forward with the help of a cousin who talks to him too – a little one his size and age, who shares his interests and actively seeks him out to play and have conversations. It’s the ultimate win-win.
I’m tired tonight – my body’s still not back in the swing of a working schedule. I’ll get there. And, as hubby and I have discussed, this isn’t forever.
One thing on the near horizon, thanks to the new job and because of it, is a new set o’ wheels. We have our eyes on this:
Snazzy, huh? It’s our compromise dream car, if you will. Hubby’s Mr. Mercedes, which for a number of reasons isn’t happening. I don’t want a Mercedes. They cost a lot to own and operate and frankly they don’t do what we need ’em to do. This little wagon/SUV crossover is economical (4 cylinder engine) and still a lot of snazzy extras. I get a fleet discount from work if we decide to buy new, or if we get one that’s a year or two old, it should drop the payment even further. The thought of taking on an auto loan doesn’t appeal to me, but I’m even less thrilled at the thought of being stranded should our anachronism of a standard-transmission rattletrap dump out so I can’t get to work. The heater and AC died this week, and it still jumps out of 5th gear on the freeway. We’ve replaced the clutch twice in as many years. It still gets me from point A to point B for the moment, and I trust it will hold us for a little longer. However, it’s time for us to look at other options as soon as time and budget permit, staying ahead of the curve.
My teeth are a priority though, even ahead of the vehicle. I have a wisdom tooth growing in sideways and it’s pushing another tooth out of its socket, which is about as much fun as it sounds. The tooth that’s being dislodged has developed a split. (Yup, that’s fun too.) It’s not conducive to doing a good job on the new job, so I’m hoping I can get some dental work started with my second paycheck, third at latest.
Time for me to wrap this puppy up for tonight. Not exactly a thrilling entry, I know, but it took until past midnight to get both boys settled down and if not asleep, at least headed that direction.