American pie

It's probably a sickness but I require a steady diet of politics in my news feed.  When some other event like a royal wedding or the passing of an ex prez blots that out like the moon does to the sun several times a year I piss and moan about it, so there it is.  Perhaps I should be more tolerant then of Beagles's pissing and moaning about the investigations.  But when Beagles's words echo Trump it gives me pause.  But I propose a rule for The Institute.  Any of the esteemed colleagues has a right to piss and moan about anything at anytime, but he then has to accept the other colleagues pissing and moaning about his pissing and moaning, and likewise they have to accept his pissing and moaning about their pissing and moaning about his pissing and moaning.  But then isn't that what we already do anyway?

Perhaps this is splitting hairs but it seems to me that by talking of people who are free and people who are not free, the constitution, if not enshrining, is certainly accepting the fact that some people are slaves and there's nothing wrong with that.   It's kind of like writing in a lease that eating people is not allowed before noon on weekdays which would accept cannibals.

It seems to me that it would not be so hard to run into a card carrying republican up there in ruby red Cheboygan.  Perhaps he should get out more, see if the ketchup in his restaurant has been replaced with salsa, chat up the charming man or woman in the MAGA hat, get his thumb on the pulse of his neighbors.

I rub elbows a bit.  I have my improv troupe, my watercolor class on Saturday mornings and another on Thursday afternoons, my condo activities, Friday nights at the Ten Cat, but I live in the sapphire blue Trump hating capital of the USA and Trumpists are hard to find.  I wonder if they have secret signs to reveal themselves to each other, frequent shadowy bars, have underground balls like our gay brethren used to do before Will and Grace.

I said that the electoral college should be replaced by something that would be truer to the concept of one man one vote, not that such a thing will actually happen.  What would be the point of a democrat introducing a resolution that would go nowhere? 

Cherry AND blueberry.  The red and blue mixing together, Republicans and Democrats standing together beneath a crispy crust to deliver a tasty treat to Uncle Sam.  Perhaps Old Dog can bring us together again, quick as a cat can wink her eye.