I just got back from my county's poll worker training.
Oh my God, is the coming November election DOOMED.
In addition to an incumbent who is (literally) packing the Supreme Court to decide in his favor in the likelihood of dispute plus Covid, many county boards of election have decided this would be a good time to transition to the use of electronic voter check-in devices—which are inevitably going to break down or be misused somehow by inexperienced poll workers.
It’s gonna be a complete and total clusterfuck.
I always figured that the fall of a republic would be kinda fun! ‘Cause, you know—there’d be a general loosening of the moral constraints that keep you from enjoying yourself. Sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll, baybee!
But this republic’s fall just keeps getting bleaker and more depressing.
Democracy is not really a great principle of governance anyway. Most people don’t have the slightest notion that the “common good,” in most cases, is significantly different from their own self-interest.
Well, in a little more than a month, this particular experiment will be over. And we can go back to unvarnished plutocracy.
For a little while.
Because the thing is that change is gonna happen whether the old white guys want it to or not.
Political turmoil is just a cover for famines and other climate-change-generated upheavals that are gonna remap the globe and all social priorities.
Also, in 30 years, Spanish speakers will be the majority in the U.S. It’s not just immigration: White people are just not having babies, and even rescinding access to abortion—which is coming—is not gonna increase the birth rate.
In 30 years, no one is gonna put up with a country where all the rules are rigged in favor of a shrinking white minority.
I won’t be around to see that. Probably that’s a good thing: The world is not gonna be a particularly fun place in 30 years. Crossposted from Dreamwidth.