Heading to Montana and back over the next week on tour with Shinyribs. Like whenever I go on tour I come stacked with books and records to digest. Countless hours in a van, often without service, leave me with a focus that I don’t always have when at home, especially when it comes to reading.
I haven’t watched any of the conventions. I have read about them and checked out small clips. Partially this is because I don’t have cable. But a lot of it is also preservation of sanity. I tried to watch Donald Trump’s speech and realized that watching that man speak for an hour and fifteen minutes was a hell I didn’t need to conjure up for myself. I have long known whom I would be voting for, and any information is now for sheer entertainment value. If I can’t watch Trump for an hour plus, I can’t watch him for four years. Dear God in heaven, no!
I’m interested to see the speeches from last night, and perhaps I will, but preparing for a tour left me running around like an ape on speed.
I voted for Sanders, I think the DNC acted shamefully, but cannot understand those that want to sit the election out. (I honestly wasn’t surprised or shocked by the DNC scandal as much as I don’t like it. Believing politics isn’t a dirty business is like believing faries are real.) In politics you have to hold opposing thoughts at the same time. You have to imagine a better world to strive for and deal with the reality in front of you at the same time. The DNC is corrupt and needs reformed and the candidate of the DNC is easily the better of the two roads before us. Just because one road is long and winding doesn’t mean the other path is better. I’d rather go over the mountain than take the tunnel with the werewolf in it. Only one leads to grandma’s house, even if it takes longer than we thought.
Funnily enough I was watching Madmen with my brother this week. In it they show one of Nixon’s law and order commercials. You could have just swapped Trump’s name in for Nixon and it could have been now. Don’t tell me who wants to take us backwards.