Every Day Above Ground (mallorys_camera) wrote,
Every Day Above Ground

The Political Plot Thickens

Ruth Bader Ginsburg died.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, feminist icon and possibly, no probably, more of a trailblazer than the very first female Supreme Court Justice, Sandra Day O’Connor, whom practically no one remembers.

But I find myself absolutely incandescent with rage this morning that Ginsburg didn’t resign in 2014 when Obama asked her to. She was 82 at the time.


Did she think she was going to live forever?

Or did she honestly believe Democrats had an unshakeable grip on the executive branch?

Really shortsighted bullshit.

This shakes up the Presidential election in ways I really don’t want it to be shaken up because Ted Cruz is rumored to be the top pick on the Republicans’ list of potential replacements. One anticipates that Republicans will push aside all those petty squabbles over who’s to blame for all those dead coronavirus victims to unite behind gun rights and overturning Roe v. Wade.

Democrats are never at their best during contentious confirmation hearings, which are a complete waste of time anyway ‘cause elected representatives seldom if ever break ranks with their party’s line.

I, for one, found the Brett Kavanaugh hearings an outrage. Even if the guy did put the make on the hapless psychology professor when both were 17—so fucking what? In my generation, everyone was a dick at 17.

(Presumably, virtuous Millennials have since reversed that trend, but you know what? I kinda doubt it.)

So, within the next 50 days, we are bound to be treated to the spectacle of Democrats at their most shrill, canting, and self-righteous, and that is gonna turn off voters whose distaste for Biden and Pelosi is only marginally less than their distaste for Trump.

I wish I could score some Quaaludes! I’d like to go to sleep on the night of November 2 and wake up two weeks later when the dust has settled.


In other news, the weird spectral smoke strata has finally burned off, and we are back to having beautiful, bright blue skies.

I didn’t expect to be working for the National Counting Project again, but they kept texting me, and I was going over to the other side of the river anyway for brunch with BB, so I said, Sure.

They assigned me a bunch of houses along Route 209.

Now, Route 209 is a major thoroughfare where cars whiz along at 55 miles per hour, so looking for mailbox numbers and careening off into spottily sighted driveways was not a lot of fun.

However, brunch with BB was fun!

Behold our adorable Bento Boxes from trendy restaurant!


The purple stuff is black beans with spiced beets. Tastier than it sounds, though I must say, a little goes a long way. And will continue to go a long way from my refrigerator over the next few days.

BB and I talked of shoes and ships and sealing wax, and the Nature of True Luv. So a fabulous time was had by all.

Crossposted from Dreamwidth.
Tags: #in, census, covid-19, friends, politics
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