I am deeply thankful on this day that Joe Biden and Kamala Harris were elected president and vice-president this year. It wasn’t a sure thing at all.
Like many, I’m amazed and dismayed that the unchained sociopaths collectively known as the GOP were able to attract 70 million votes for their candidate. Despite betraying allies, embracing foes, refusing to get wet hair honoring “losers and suckers,” championing actual Nazis….
Heck, I figured killing a quarter million Americans would be a dealbreaker, but what do I know?
Still, all that, even the actual American carnage, is somehow abstract for many. I mean, it’s not like anybody knows all quarter million of ‘em. And, as for foreign policy, the average American probably can’t tell you where Turkey even is, except maybe on the dining room table this afternoon.
No, I’m thinking where the Self campaign screwed the pooch was in trying to demonize the USPS, the single most popular function of the United States government. I’m guessing not one of your neighbors could identify the Secretary of the Treasury or the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs, but they’d know your letter carrier in a glance.
You know, the man or woman you see every day, bringing your magazines and medicine and all that cool stuff you get online because it’s not a great idea to haunt the mall in a pandemic? This is who they tried to paint as the new “enemy of the people?”
Of all the Rump admin’s and campaign’s episodes of political malfeasance over this dreadful year, I believe pooping on the post office was where they sealed their doom.
For which I’m very thankful.