A CONUNDRUM

Many of you know that I have for nearly 2 years been a volunteer at my County Democrats office. Some of you might suspect that I occasionally think deeper than what comes out of the right side of the political spectrum, not a real high bar, though the limbo stick would be more to my liking. Some of you might have entertained the thought that, when it comes to sandpaper, I'm with the heavier grit. So on frequent occasions I'm forced into one of the subtler Philosophical conundrums. Recently I was asked, while at the Dems table at Saturday Mkt, if I believed in Jesus. I demurred at first but admitted that I was an atheist who for a long time agonized between agnostic and atheist. Okay, it wasn't agony, I just thought abit. When they had left I was advised by someone I respect that I should have not engaged the religion question. I understand. I was asked straight out. I demurred but could not disengage. I told the truth. I will chew on that for a while, but I'm comfortable.

Another conundrum presents itself. Our president is slipping quickly to a place where he is no longer able to do his job. Some of us could have predicted this and saved you the futile search for competence. Some of you didn't listen. Soon, possibly before the new year, a piece of plaque will break loose in his blood stream, the streets will be filled for weeks with happy people celebrating his flight to whatever metaphorical hell awaits . This is my conundrum: as a representative of the Democratic Party, do I try to maintain a respectful, sober face. Or do I freeze the ear to ear smile frozen on my face as if I had got a Botox injection at Mar a Lago? Volunteering takes me maybe 3 hrs a few times each week, and 5 on Saturday. I could maintain the sober demeanor of a mortician attending a competitors funeral. I could make that effort. The rest of the time I could be my normal ebullient self, somewhat more ebulient. I might even try that old kick your heels jump, if I don't break my pelvis. That's the other thing I need to keep on the front burner. The president is only a few years older than I. We are the same demographic. I want to live long enough to wait in the long line of people waiting to piss on his grave. It would be easier if I did not need to lean on a walker. I need one hand free to aim at his headstone.

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