Wednesday, November 3

McAuliffe Refuses to Concede.

 I hear "McAuliffe", I think "Clintons".  Maybe that's just me?

But they really have reached the end of their rope, finally, haven't they?  Bill is ill, and Hillary should disappear like George W., into the scrub.  Grandparenting out of the spotlight, they'd both be wise to keep quiet now until their natural passings, hoping history does not re-visit their roles in the political mess a nepotistic legacy America has become of late...

McAuliffe should concede and not try to rely on any Dem tricks in counting mailed-in ballots. Nobody's going to sleep and waking up to find an overnight Dem surge. Perhaps it would have been better for the country had the Democrats acknowledged how thin their presidential victory of last year really was...  

Knowing them, and their media enablers though, they will find a way to confuse themselves with numbers and spin this so that their party's rejection (should we keep pretending the media is not in the tank for the Dems, academics too?)  is somehow an unseen win, that only Emperor Joe's political foes deny the finery of his wardrobe...

It's not that national voters are rejecting Biden, or Trump, so much as it is we know we need new political players in the spotlight now -- Young Kin -- while those oldsters aging out of Washington continue collecting "donor" money and directing their parties operations behind the curtains, not pulling strings so much but helping to guide the action on the stage like a dead hand of the past...  (ie/ Liz Cheney is a proxy for D/dick. And the Democrats, for political expediency, have apparently forgiven sins, and embraced her/him.  Sad!  The country doesn't forget as quickly.  Especially the ones who have to bury their dead, hearts that ceased beating decades too soon...)

With the recent party conversions:  independents to Republicans;  working-class Dems to Republicans; hawkish neo-cons unofficially outsted from both parties (it's coming, dick and liz, it's coming for you too);  immigrant voters skewing conservative and finding the party that best fits their family's needs..., America may finally be getting the Change the slender black candidate from a city in the Midwest promised the country was coming, all those years ago... 

(2008 -- has it been a lifetime for you?)

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As the Monkees sang to the Boomers (you listening too, Chuck and Nancy?): 

"But how much, baby, do we really need?"  Cheer up sleepy Jean! Oh what can it mean, to a ... daydream believer, and a homecoming quee-eeeen? ... You once thought your country was a White Knight on a steed, but now I know how honest we can be...  The alarm rings, and we rise, wipe the sleep out of our eyes:  the votes are tallied cold, and it stings!"