Look at all the dust.
It’s been a long time since I’ve posted last, and a whole lot has happened – I’ve left Sou’ Ca’lina to return to my hometown of Rochester, NY; I’ve been through a shitty couple years personally, and, speaking of shit, we have a GOP candidate who’s an outright authoritarian running for President. I made a comment in a post a while back about the GOP running a “he-man” for President; little did I know what they’d come up with! And polls are claiming 49% of the voting public want this man to become President. WHAT. THE. FUCK.
There’s a copy of Sinclair Lewis’ It Can’t Happen Here available on the Internet at the Australian Gutenberg site; technically Americans shouldn’t be reading it there because it’s still under copyright here or something, but I’m going to suggest going an reading it anyway. Buzz Windrip is more folksy and countryfied than Trump, but there’s a lot of parallels between the two, and I’m afraid if Trump gets elected somehow it’s going to look a lot like the America in the book.
“Besides,” said Tasbrough, “this chewing the rag is all nonsense, anyway. As Crowley says, might be a good thing to have a strong man in the saddle, but–it just can’t happen here in America.”
And it seemed to Doremus that the softly moving lips of the Reverend Mr. Falck were framing, “The hell it can’t!”