Annamaria on Monday
|Photo by Peter Rozovsky|
I tried. I really tried. With all my might. I didn’t want to do this. I had a great blog in mind about the invention of paper and other marvelous contributions to humanity by the Muslim world. It seemed an apt subject for our times.
But I can’t get my mind off the travesty that hovers, the disaster that looms. Perhaps it‘s this gloomy day:
Or the highly disorganized condition of my work in progress:
High anxiety compels me to talk about the election.
A little background on me: There are those who hold the Old Testament, or the Bible, or the Qur’an as sacred texts. For almost all my adult life my most sacred text has been The United States Constitution. It is the centerpiece of the democracy in which I have had the privilege to thrive.
And it is in danger, as far as I can see, as it has never been before by the candidacy of the most dangerous, least qualified, most disgustingly egomaniacal person ever to seek the office of President of United States. The guy makes the worst president we have ever had look like St. Francis of Assisi.
I have some pretty incisive insights into what brought my country to this dangerous pass. I will spare you having to read them and spare myself the increased blood pressure points it would cost me to type them out. I give you pictures instead.
Introducing the Republican Party: the elephant in the room, with just a small sample of its wrongheadedness in recent years:
The party of Abraham Lincoln, Dwight Eisenhower, Jake Javitts, and Nelson Rockefeller started its long walk to the cliff with Richard Nixon and has found itself unable to change course since then.
Then it jumped on a runaway train streaking toward the precipice by choosing its current candidate.
As I write this, the second Presidential Debate is a few hours in the offing. By the time you read this, the news may have changed dramatically. But as of now Agent Orange is still their choice for the next president.
Can you laugh at this?