On Sunday, I had an in-person beer with a friend in his back yard, socially distanced. It was really, really nice to see a human being who wasn’t my family or a potential plague carrier that I had to dodge.
No-News Break is going poorly thanks to Trump catching COVID. In addition to people sending me news–which is fine!–I’ve checked a couple of times just to see if he or anyone else at the super spreader event has died. Not that it matters greatly, but part of me insists on knowing. I’m not doomscrolling feeds, though, and I haven’t reinstalled Twitter anywhere.
I had a chance to investigate our in-person voting option in our new city, and it’s surprisingly good! No line when I visited in the middle of the afternoon, good foot traffic control, enforced social distancing, everyone wearing masks, plexiglass everywhere, plentiful hand sanitizer. I was planning to do mail-in voting up until I saw how they were running their ship. I think we’ll be voting in-person after all as soon as our registration gets processed.
Third day of avoiding the news and I still accidentally caught wind of Trump's taxes. I know there was a blowup. I figure it was meant to freak people out, sway voters. It won't. No one will care. His supporters will say, "Hur hur, he didn't pay taxes, wish I could do that! What a badass!" And the people who despise him will just have one more reason to continue doing the same.
If the things he's done so far haven't turned people off, there's little he can do now that will change that. Roughly 42% of America supports his dumb ass, and that isn't going to change.
We need to have a serious conversation as a nation about that 42%.
Day one of not reading any news was hard! I'm not sure what my iPhone is for at the moment besides posting this and sending text messages. I miss the twitchiness of filling every free second with doomscrolling.
A friend and I discussed this today. What we came to is that there's no need to follow the news anymore in the US. We know what's coming. There will be an attempted coup on November 3. The only question now is: what are you going to do about it? No news outlet can help you with that.
I have entered into a pact with a close friend. I have sworn off the news until Tuesday, November 3. Not all of it. 99% of it. Especially political news.
Let’s see if I can make it.
According to sources in the Republican Party at the state and national levels, the Trump campaign is discussing contingency plans to bypass election results and appoint loyal electors in battleground states where Republicans hold the legislative majority. With a justification based on claims of rampant fraud, Trump would ask state legislators to set aside the popular vote and exercise their power to choose a slate of electors directly. The longer Trump succeeds in keeping the vote count in doubt, the more pressure legislators will feel to act before the safe-harbor deadline expires.
They have a plan. It’s not hypothetical.
Our kids finally start school tomorrow. We moved halfway across the country a week ago, and our previous pediatrician slow-walked some paperwork to the new school, so we’re over a week late with enrollment. But it’s finally done–with almost zero notice for the kids. They’re a bit shell shocked that tomorrow’s the first day.
Our belongings are still on a semi headed for our new city, so we’ll be gathering around a long folding table with the kids for day one. No idea how we’re going to work while sitting next to them, shepherding them through their day while answering phone calls and pings on Slack.
I hate this.
Not the moving part, not the being without furniture part, not even the part where we have to be teacher’s aides. I hate that this was avoidable. Our kids could be in school if our government and a bunch of right-wing idiots had just done the right thing. We could be mostly back to normal if it weren’t for a handful of incredibly selfish cretins.
More than six months in and the CDC says we’ve got almost a year until enough vaccine doses exist to start distributing them to the general population. Ten or more months until things can start to move back toward normal.
Thanks, Trump voters.
Today is the first day of meteorological fall. The equinox is still three weeks away, but I don't care. It is now fall. Fall is what it is. Decorative gourd season.
I'm almost convinced that I have a form of seasonal affective disorder, but instead of the normal variety tied to short days during winter, mine is tied to heat and excessively long hours of sunlight.
Bring on winter.
Jonathan Mattingly, Brett Hankison, and Myles Cosgrove still have not been arrested for the murder of Breonna Taylor. It’s been 166 days.
The cop that shot Jacob Blake three days ago in Kenosha has not been arrested.
Last night, an armed white kid in Kenosha shot three protesters, killing two of them, and the cops gave him a bottle of water. He has not been arrested. [Update: his name is Kyle Rittenhouse, he’s 17, and he’s been arrested.]
Meanwhile, the RNC continues to commit rampant violations of the Hatch Act, but Mark Meadows says “nobody outside the Beltway really cares.” Laws mean nothing to the GOP and they don’t care if you know it.
Fires in California, Oregon, Colorado. A category 4 hurricane headed for the Texas/Louisiana border. Ongoing civil unrest due to unchecked racial injustices. A pandemic out of control. Rising authoritarianism coupled with voter suppression. This summer has been the most chaotic I’ve seen in my lifetime and I desperately want it to end.
Had to take a break for a little bit. Lots of IRL stuff eating up my time. Good stuff, though! Which is nice for a change. Also, I was seriously burned out on the news.
Word from the kick-off of the Republican National Convention is that Grandpa Shouty’s tone during his acceptance speech has GOPers freaked out.
This is great. Keep it up! The Dems taking back the Senate? You love to see it.
Super excited about the news that the NRA might get dissolved. It’s about time. As far as I’m concerned, the NRA is a domestic terrorist group. It deserves to die.