The Transgender Lady and His Ax.
Helping redefine the values of the Democratic Party in America that skew toward the wealthy elite:
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Last Monday, in hopes of finding a little escape, my wife and I drove out to Acadia National Park, on Mount Desert Island. Our route took us through both of our state’s congressional districts — the reliably blue First, which went for Hillary Clinton in 2016, and the rural and more conservative Second, which went for Donald Trump. I tried to get a sense of how the 2020 Maine vote is going to go by counting yard signs. My poll gave an edge to Joe Biden and Ms. Gideon — but just barely. (There was also one sign still up for Bernie Sanders, an act of defiance I found very on brand.)
Things
look better for Joe Biden now than they did for Hillary Clinton then,
if you believe the polls anyhow...
In Acadia, (the wife) and I rode our bikes through the sparkling autumn sunshine, drove our car up Cadillac Mountain, ate popovers and chowder at the Jordan Pond House. Later that night we settled into chairs at a Bar Harbor restaurant called Havana, where Deedie had seafood paella and I had the lobster moqueca, simmered in a coconut broth with haddock and red peppers. It was really good.
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The next morning I went outside to split some wood. The sky was blue from stem to stern, and as I stood in the dooryard, holding my ax, I felt a rush of good cheer. Could I trust the optimism I felt?
ADDED: Dude? You let them cut off your balls and dick. With your wife's seeming approval. No, don't trust your instincts, buddy. Think of the children, your own boys, coming up... Lol.
Fudging the facts, and cheating, is no way to win.
MEANWHILE: Charles Blow, the black bi columnist, goes home to bury his chronically ill brother. The one he texted just weeks ago: "You okay bro?" Reply, "Getting better, thanks."
Seems Charles learned some life lessons in that brief exchange, being out of touch for so long, and he's put on his teaching trousers today, to give readers a lesson before dying...
(Spoiler: Charles is pissy that his black brother is being buried in the black part of the local cemetery, and the family has reserved a spot for his sorry ass there too. Has to decide... will he flee, and be buried elsewhere? Or accept who he is, and make his peace with God setting his feet upon a better path? Praying for ya, Charlie boy!)
ALSO: Gail Collins... she's no Dave Barry, but oh she tries! Have ya heard the one about the Mormon and the dog on the car roof? Pull up a chair, kiddos...
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That Sulzberger son, the one who went to Brown before inheriting great-grandfather's life work and making it his own. is succeeding beyond his wildest dreams. Stock is up, he has put down the newsroom revolutions, and only 20 more years before retirement like his father before him... Good times, our Times! What could possibly go wrong now?
Jesus wept.
(But it's the part that comes next, when He commands us to keep the faith that can move the rock from the tomb, where the real story begins... Read any Good Book lately, friends? Winter's coming... crack the spine at least?)
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