I knew this would happen: Once I started paying closer attention to The Election, it would be impossible (or nearly-so) to stop. I'd hoped to hold off that moment until a week or so before Election Day but in very short order, Trump's taxes came out, he self-destructed in The Debate and he caught The Virus. How could you not pay attention to that? It would be like if an African bush elephant took a major dump in your dining room and you sat there having supper, doing your best Sgt. Schulz impression and saying, "Nothing…I see nothing…"
I can't seem to talk to another human being without it coming up, either. For that reason, I have decided to suspend my webcasting until well after the election is settled — which, the way some folks talk, could be about the time the 2024 political conventions are held. If you marked your calendar to make sure to catch my Conversation with Floyd Norman tomorrow night, unmark it. We ain't doing it. In fact, last night when I called Floyd to discuss the postponement, we got to talking about Trump.
And I also talked to an "Acquaintance" of mine — by mutual consent, we have downgraded from being "Friends" — who's still rooting for D.J.T. He has pretty much abandoned hope that Trump can legitimately get more votes of either the popular or electoral variety. He's hoping that Trump can somehow cheat his way into four more years…and that would be okay with him. It is, after all, all about winning and you do what you have to do. It didn't used to be that way in America.
In other news: There is no other news.
I'm going to spend the day with the TV off and my Writer hat on. There is work to be done, to be done…