I’m not so much a news junkie as I am an election junkie. I’m fascinated by elections. I have been since I watched my first election which was Kennedy-Nixon. It was 1960 and I had just turned 14. Little did I know that two years later, in my freshman year at college, he would be assassinated.

I keep reminding people that the craziness we are experiencing now didn’t begin with Trump’s nomination or election. We’ve been working our way up to this since the country became a country. Since we decided that slavery was a better choice than risking our negligible economy with no slavery. I always accepted the belief that forming a country was more important than denying slavery, but I’ve come a long way since then. I think, in the end, when you make a poisonous decision, the whole tree is poisonous. Very much like in a courtroom, the fruit of the poisonous tree must be discarded because it too is poisonous.

So here we are. Somehow, we managed to elect … I don’t even know what to call him anymore … as our president and the price we are paying is high. So far, 170,000 lives too high. That’s just the pandemic. Which is not over and doesn’t appear to be close to “over.” We are watching and listening and worrying. Because four years of Trump has been horrendous. Devastating. Four more years would put an end to the soul of the U.S.A. I do not think we would recover from four more years of this madness.

Now, back to the convention, already in progress.

Categories: American history, Election

Tags: Democratic Convention first night, Marilyn Armstrong, virtual convention