Just To Say About The Stolen Election
(The start of Football season got me thinking . . .)
Yes, as I strain to point to, if not devise, thoughts of repose and virtue in these posts, to comment on American politics at its worst only assures today will be a miss and a groan. You can’t paint with shit.
Still, I feel I must say—since I have not seen it said elsewhere—that the vileness of Mr. Trump's claim he lost the election is made all the worse because he could have won so easily.
Crisis always presents an opportunity and had he made even the most cursory or most feigned attempt to “bring the country together” in the face of the Covid he’d be President right now. No need to steal documents at all.
He could have appointed Mr. Bush and Mr. Obama to be “PPE Czars” (or whatever), undermined them at every turn, and, with enough of the center mollified, waltzed back into office.
Bad enough that his team still complains about the referees (many of whom he hired) while disregarding that none of the cheating they assert as obvious shows up after sixty slow-motion replays. But worse still that they also ignore how he fumbled the ball at the one-yard line simply because that was all he could think to do.
Since September 14th commemorates the most important day of our century, my annual thoughts on the day will be what I post tomorrow.