Some Clarity Would Be Nice

“Well, Biden is old and seems to be on his way out, so I guess I have to vote for Donald Trump.”

Is this what people are thinking?

They of course are not obligated to vote for the guy—they could write someone in or not vote at all, which admittedly is not the best option but better than voting for Donald Trump just because.

Something isn’t right here. There’s a lot of hair on fire right now. People aren’t thinking clearly. The media are jumping all over this story and making things worse. They need drama and provocative headlines—smooth sailing and clear paths aren’t nearly as exciting as friction and the potential for disaster.

I guess I understand Joe Biden’s reticence and heel-dragging, because no one with remaining faculties likes to hear that people think you’re no longer all there. But there’s a certain momentum building, and it is not in the direction of confidence in Joe’s capabilities. Poll results and down-ballot fears seem to be driving this madness, along with peoples’ legitimate concerns for Biden’s stamina and ability to continue handling the workload for another four years.

The writing would seem to be on the wall, but the one person who could conceivably open the door and shed light on a workable path is, currently, not interested in cooperating. Biden must be listening to somebody besides his inner voice. Two camps within the Democratic Party are creating chaos at the moment. People are putting a lot of faith in numbers and claiming that the sky is falling. Hopefully, they’re not panicking. Hopefully, they’re doing their due diligence and making sure Russia or Iran or China or some other hacks aren’t finding a way to add to the confusion.

And hopefully, when it comes time to actually fill in the circles on the ballot, people decide there’s no fucking way that they vote for Donald Trump. A diminished Joe Biden will still be better than a guy with way more issues, who’s only 3 years younger, and who’s willing to render this country unrecognizable and drive it back to medieval times– in no small part because he’s a sore loser.