The Triumph of The Exhausted

looking back and forward: the 2020 U.S. Presidential election

All photographs shot by Westy Reflector, June 2016 in Gettysburg, PA, except where noted.

Sadness is silence where anger roars,
but anger excites where sadness bores.

Anger thunders where sadness rains,
but sadness is weight where anger is chains.

Would you rather be angry or sad?
You need a hug?

I am a registered Democrat. When I lived in NYC, that was especially useful, because the City’s Democratic primaries are the City’s de facto general elections. The City Council could declare the first Tuesday of every November “Rubber Stamped Election Day,” but as a group they’re way more earnest than honest.

I didn’t talk politics too often in the City, except with my wife, because most folks there never wanted to really know (or accept) why the City became (once more) such a fragrant rats nest under a snake den. And by rats, I don’t mean just the rodents, but anything surviving day to day.

FWIW, I indict myself as a rat in this metaphor, but I’m ok with that. The collective intelligence of the city’s rat population is way higher than the city’s human population.