Tea With Me: 12th November, 2024
Tuesday
Day 7. Ground emerging. Temperatures warming. Snow wash recedes as my compass needle’s spin slows. Morning is stillwaiting warm beams coming as blue cieling promises early winter Sun bath.
I am still susceptible to existential earthquakes. I so friggin news traumaed right now. Creature PTSD is very real for me. I feel my cortisol engine firing.
I am so grateful for the last four months of the Kamala/Walz phenomenon. Watching the DNC in August flooded me with the same oxytocin rush Ted Lasso episodes fire. It wasn’t specifically about her or him as it was the spell in the crowd. Love and community. Care for eachother. I fell into the wave of bliss in anticipation of the end of eight years of Creature Insanity.
My moral compass solid in the mirror of those crowds and the rising bipartisan, multi generational, multiracial, multi gender indentity support. .
I watched her. Closely. Listened as she grew into the role. Her warmth was so emphasized. Her ever ready laugh and smile.
Three months ago, watching the arrival in Washington of the Americans prisoners released from Russia, Harris was not front and center on the tarmac even though she had been newly donned the next Democratic Presidential Nominee. It was Joe’s moment. But she was there, beaming affection and joy for the moment and for Joe’s diplomatic achievement. She won me over in those moments. Her heart was beaming out of her body language and expressions.
Her Heart.
I watched all those pre Convention appearances rivetedly. Each one told me what I needed to know. Her Presidential Poise had arrived along with a savvy humorous fending off the Creature BS he immediately slung at her. It was a striking contrast to the Creature Clown and his newly minted running mate, the Flip Flop Ivy League Poseur.
And choosing Walz was such an interesting pluck from the pile of Running Mate Male potentials. She didn’t pick one of the many obviously ego driven power hungry veteran politicians who energetically bled hunger for the opportunity to jump the political power ladder to Dem VP nominee.
No she chose Walz. Small town, midwest, teacher, coach, late in life politician who had an impressive record of successfully instituting directly impactful policies like feeding school kids among quite a few others. Aside from his resume, he read as not ego driven. He read as service driven.
Then the reveal of her family. Doug Emhoff, totally gobsmacked by his wife and genuinely grateful for her affect on his children as the stepmother even to the point his ex wife and mother of his kids reported how positively she felt about Harris, instead of rifting her family in divorce, Kamala had not only kept it intact but had grown it. Not an easy thing for a step mama.
For me, Emhoff presents as another thoroughly capable man not only unafraid or immasculated by a poweful female partner but totally in love and adoringly appreciative of her immense capacity as potential 47th President.
The DNC was such a trip. A Party every night. Multi cultural, did not skip a beat of the Positive Way Forward Drum, the impossibility of the very fractious Democratic Party cohesing around this Woman.
Michelle Obama, dressed in mourning for the loss of her mother the month before, arrived on stage and led completely candidly with how she didn’t know if she could do this as her grief was overwhelming. Then she proceeded with The Speech of the entire Convention. And Barack, following her, opened with it was his luck to follow Michelle.
Oh it went on to Walz’s night with his son weeping, standing up with eruption of pride for his Papa. Walz’s small town football team. The Ted Lasso spell was so strong, I had to remember this wasn’t fiction.
Harris’ night with her friends and family and then her closing speech which built the way it should have, revealed more of her life story and brought me to tears by the fall of the balloons.
This was HOPE. Joe Biden had done this. The broad appeal represented in that crowd and in all the satelite rallies wouldn’t have happened for Joe. I would have voted for him even if he was comatose in a coffin on life support but I thanked the Gods I wouldn’t have to.
I was floating in a raft down the Hope River, seeing everywhere I looked the relief I was feeling. We were not going back. She had this. Of course the millions of sane voters would come out of every nook and cranny for this. This was not just about a NO MORE CREATURE period. This was about the promise of finally enacting the Higher Purpose I believe embedded in the conccept of the United States of America, that we will step further forward toward full spectrum civil rights, addressing healthcare issues for all, banning Dobbs and all its tendrils, ceding the tenet of the Rule of Law which grounds the entire idea of America, etc, etc, etc.
But most of all, that I could see the landing of my Hope River Raft at a dock which would no longer be ravaged by the Creatures Dog Whistling Sound Bites but be the reemergence of the America I hold in my Heart, sourcing the foundations of its needed disagreements, its inherent areas of friction in the hard cold tangible world of Facts.
Harris pummeled him graciously in the Debate. She nailed him deflty. Forced the famous “Concept of a Plan” relative to Healthcare out of him. He fled. Her appearances in media started multiplying. Her policy plan emerged. Her arrival on all the talk shows along with her surrogates came with different versions of her Stump Speech.
And I was aware that for a small part of me, I was hungry for more meat from her. I chalked it up to a ratcheted three month capmpaign, 0 to 1000 cities in three months. That the more the Creature and the Flip Flop Clowned, the more credibility she would have.
Liz and Dick Cheney. All the old guard GOPs and Recovering Creature Employees laying out the case over and over he is UNFIT FOR THE PRESIDENCY would surely bring forward the millions of “Not Going Backs” who were certainly waiting to cast their one power against 2nd term Creature potential with all of its projected Crazy, their Vote.
I yelled at the screen during interviews with Undecideds. “Don’t you fucking get it?!?!” Dismissed the Polls as they don’t have a clue and have been so wrong before. And floated in my Hope Raft through til Tuesday evening at 10pm.
My Hope Raft floundered. I fell, knees buckling, feeling the ratchet of anxiety for my family, friends, the very fragile reservation communities in my state, the stability of our own Democratic tenets, and of course the World as it is erupting with agressive dictators eager to fell Democracies blocking their grabss for Power.
Over the weekend, a friend recounted something she had read in some publication that what the moment is now is “Love and RAGE”.
Articles I am seeing are aiming at making the reality of the coming Creature 47th more palatable, framing this against historical political cycles or the projected Blue Overthrow of the House and Senate in 2026 or rescinding Social Security and Meidcare, or promises of 20 million deportees and 20% trade tariffs, the reality of these actions if he actually gets anywhere implementating them will prove to be the Creature’s Political Suicide.
I am not sure we are living anywhere near the Sane World of The Past when these trends were applicable. My Fears live in the Now of US.
So this is the Creature Cabinet Reality a friend shared two days ago
“Elon for Secretary of Treasury
RFK, Jr. for Secretary of HHS
Stephen Miller for Homeland Security
Tom Cotton for Defense
Peter Thiel for Commerce
Donald, Jr, for HUD
Jared for State
Formation of Department of Crypto
Dissolution of Department of Education”
Last night and this morning these are now added to this list of hammers to our national and global stability
Tom Homan, ICE Secretary
Elise Stefanik, Ambassador to the UN
Kristi Noem, Homeland Security Secretary
Jesus Fucking Christ, I hope this list is his House of Cards that will blow him up and not the World
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