I wonder what it’s like to be a track star who has run races for years until they’ve become the fastest person in their country. Then they get to the Olympics, the gun goes off, and they suddenly find themselves behind seven other people and wonder what the hell is going on.
Tomorrow is primary election day in Missouri, which means the airwaves have been inundated with political attack commercials. While we fast-forward through them when we can, it’s impossible not to see snippets of some of the graphics and big-font messages. Since this is a red state, the majority of the spots are for MAGA Morons fighting amongst themselves, with many of them claiming to have been “endorsed by Donald Trump.” In reality, I’m sure Trump has no idea who they are, what state they’re in, what office they’re running for, or what positions they’ve taken on any issues. The only thing that would matter is whether they’ve said something that sounded like sucking up to Trump’s not-so-super-ego.
On the other hand, after tomorrow, we’ll have a break from the non-stop campaign commercials. Until the next cycle for the November elections. Which probably starts Thursday.
I was at home doing some writing, when I heard something I haven’t in a long time — an ice cream truck going by, playing that nauseating version of “Turkey In The Straw.” Martha was in another room, so I asked if she’d heard it, too. She said she’d looked out the window and seen the truck speeding by. Considering we have a bunch of children in our neighborhood, I have to ask: why so fast, ice cream driver person? At least let the kids have a few seconds to beg their parents for change!
Actually, it wouldn’t be change because: 1) so few adults still have coins laying around; and 2) there’s nothing on that truck that costs less than a few dollars. Still, give the kids a chance to get some cash before they run outside and order a Bomb Pop or Drumstick! What’s the rush?
Also, do you take Venmo?