Halloween 2025 is dead and buried, but the boogeymen remain very much among us.
And now it’s time — well, nearly so, anyway — to fall back.
This is fine, for as far as it goes, which is not very. It’s 8:45 a.m. as I write this, the temperature is a brisk 42°, and the sun has yet to pop round from behind the Sandias. So tomorrow, once Daylight Saving Time ends, it will be 7:45 a.m. and I’ll have an extra hour to dither over whether I’ll need arm and knee warmers for the day’s ride or can just let it all hang out.
Well, not all, as in everything. One must consider the neighbors. Also, the police.
In any event, getting back one measly hour isn’t going to cut it. Not this year. I want to go all the way back to Nov. 5, 2024, this time to see a different result in that year’s pestilential erection, with the Republican candidate headed for the Big House instead of the White House.
Perhaps the day of reckoning would only be postponed, not eliminated. So be it. All I know for sure is that this timeline ain’t working for me. And I’m not alone. Hell, I’ll bet a bicycle or two that a critical number of people who actually voted for this mess would like to have a do-over, and pronto.
Where’s H.G. Wells when we need him? Lost in the dim mists of Time, more’s the pity.
He I know — for the question had been discussed among us long before the Time Machine was made — thought but cheerlessly of the advancement of mankind, and saw in the growing pile of civilization only a foolish heaping that must inevitably fall back upon and destroy its makers in the end. If that is so, it remains for us to live as though it were not so.
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No do overs. Everyone knew all about him after his previous term. He told us what he would do if elected again, repeatedly. No do overs, no understanding. The people that voted for him own this shit. If he brings the republic down, it’s on them. Maybe that’s what they wanted.
O, I hear you, and I agree. The people who voted for him are getting exactly what they asked for, and with any luck at all they will get a metric shit-ton of it for themselves.
But I was thinking along the lines of “The City on the Edge of Forever,” the classic “Star Trek” episode (h/t to Harlan Ellison). Maybe if we sent the right team back to Nov. 5, 2024, they could undo what has been done and see to it that the Nazis wouldn’t win.
I’m not sure any team could have prevented it. But, I hear you. It would be interesting, but can you fix stupid?
I loved that episode.
Keeler had to die before she could change the course of history. I think by analogy, it would be better to send the team back to early spring of 2024. Convince Gramps to back out of the race before it was too late. Get a genuine convention going and a message. November would probably be too late.
On that note, it is a year ’till the mid-terms.
We might have to go back even further than that. We were and are woefully short of presidential timber in this leaky rowboat of ours.
I would have canvassed the state for a Gretchen Whitmer/Josh Shapiro slate. I suspect there were others who would have been formidable, had President Biden passed the torch in time. Heck, maybe even Kamala Harris could have gotten her act together.
Where is that WABAC machine?
I was re-reading Michael Moore’s 2016 piece “5 Reasons Why Trump Will Win” during the Democratic meltdown in 2024 with a lot of trepidation. And indeed, it came to pass again. As usual, I held my nose for Country if not Party, but we got what we got anyway.
And reading about the goings on with the inner workings of the DNC, it still sounds like our leaders on the left are opening their eyes and only see the insides of their own assholes.