Election Conjecture

And all the good it does

I would just love to come out with something beautiful today. Anything. Words to make you swoon with hope and appreciation of the written word. Phrases that make you say “By golly, she should write a book!”

Alas, I have no words to such effect. The day I wrote this, I had sat on Coffee and Covid comments for 8 hours-ish, mostly reading, occasionally commenting. (Yes, I have a life.) There are such smart people out there and I appreciate the comments. There are very few haters and many reasonable people, people who are willing to debate valid points, people willing to listen, pivot or agree to disagree. All in a very civilized manner. It is discourse without a dinner table or fine wine.

The big news out that particular day was Ron Desantis is now out as a presidential candidate for 2024. He was, unfortunately, in the category of Not-Ready-For-Prime-Time-Players.

I find that conjecture does not make me any smarter when it comes down to the wire and it is time to stuff our ballot. It does no effing good, so I just stop.

It is like pouring a cup of tap water in the ocean and speculating on where it will eventually turn up. Don’t bother, because it will be diluted and no longer of the same composition it was when you dumped it into the sea.

I do appreciate the wonderful comments and the fact that some make me think, some make me LOL and some break my heart. A few lead to rabbit holes worth my time. But, if I were to go down every one, I would never see the Son.

People I highly respect might have a different opinion than I do. Why? Well, that would be worth some back and forth. It has been known to happen and I am better for it.

I can and did send a Thank You to the creators of Substack. You can also add a thank you in the comments of Margaret Anna Alice’s Substack piece:

On Fearing Freedom—Plus Thanking Substack for Standing up to the Censorship Bullies

And I absolutely think Kari Lake is a rock star. I hope that never changes.

I am in control of what I can control and that is it. Period. Thinking and dwelling upon possible outcomes or reasons why Queen Isabella sent an Italian to do her exploring is a waste of brain cells. And, we all know about that particular syndrome, especially lately.

I control how I process information. I observe that we really are tiny individuals in the whole scheme of the universe. But, together, we are legend. Fear is not an option. It is akin to the fact that those who have faced literal death are no longer afraid of the power it once held over them. Goals.

As election 2024 draws closer (ugh), my opinion is not solid. It is like the tap water in the ocean, diluted, and by November, unrecognizable.

I have a strong internal BS meter and it is detecting theater all around. I trust my gut and the circumstances that caused me to put my ultimate trust in God who made me exactly as I should be.

There is no Superman. There are just people…like you and like me. Good people who are speaking truth and we are becoming harder to ignore. And, for whatever reason, we are all on this beautiful planet at the same time.

So…today will not be the same as tomorrow. Losing our mind over coulda woulda shoulda? Not helpful..IMHO.

Have a wonderful day and stick it to the man. :)

You can buy me a coffee if you enjoy what you read. No need to put a ring on it.