Good Morning.
I admit that I thought Roy Moore would win the special election in Alabama this past Tuesday. According to the interviews on TV, a lot of people didn't believe the allegations against him, and some even said no big deal if they're true. Nothin' is worse than a Democrat, especially one who successfully prosecuted two members of the Ku Klux Klan for bombing a black Baptist church and had the nerve to say that inclusiveness in southern American life was an idea whose time had maybe come.
Apparently it actually had for some people, and the media, those lyin' phonies, played a huge role in making sure everyone knew about it. Representatives from national and international news outlets chattered like a swarm of cicadas about Moore's checkered past, threw out the possibility that the business climate attracting new industry to the state would be impacted if he were elected, and made it clear that Alabamians would be making fools of themselves if they voted for someone who might be run out of town as soon as he tied up his horse to a Washington cherry tree. Educated white women listened, and one can only imagine the phone calls, e-mails, and social media posts that floated around among those southern beauties known for their manners and pecan pie. The thing was, they also had careers in the year 2017 and weren't likely to return to lazy afternoons on the veranda with a fan and a lemonade. They were more likely to be arguing a case in court or running a small business. Black voters were told they could well hold the key to the outcome of the election if they got themselves to the polls and they did, spurred on even more after the weirdo judge said something about family life being better during slavery.
There was Steve Bannon peddling his poison at Moore rallies, but there also was Alabama's senior senator, Richard Shelby, a Republican who told his constituents to write in a candidate rather than vote for the creepy nominee of his party. And then there was the president whose approval ratings had dipped to below 50% in the most crimson of red states and whose lothario habits were also the subject of discussion. The idea of one accused predator endorsing another was rather concerning for a portion of the electorate, especially when he flew into Pensacola on Air Force One. The image just seemed like an odd contradiction in terms, and at the end of the day, the entire scenario was apparently too sordid and embarrassing to allow party tribalism to override the preservation of a little dignity and self-respect. The president would have been better served by traveling to California to have a look at the devastation caused by the wild fires, but empathy for the tribulations of humanity isn't part of his psychological profile. Some are saying of late that his consumption of a dozen Diet Cokes a day and the resulting overload on caffeine and lack of sleep are responsible for his grumpiness, but that doesn't explain the commentary on the Access Hollywood tapes and his willingness to support someone who reportedly preyed upon young women the age of my granddaughters. One of them telephoned me on the night of the 2016 election in a state of real fear and dismay and I told her that things would shake out because we had a free press. I believe that more than ever in light of what happened in Alabama, and I also know that she and her sisterhood won't be silent either.
Best regards,
Elisabeth
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