The Election Decision

     I've paid little attention to the U.S. election these past few days.  Liar One versus Liar Two.  Rich Man One versus Rich Man Two.  War Pig One versus War Pig Two.  In the One spot I place Joe Biden, because he's been in the business of screwing America for forty-three years while Donald Trump has been doing same for three.  Both men lack compassion, both pretend they care about "the little guy," both have cultivated public images detached from the real crimes against humanity they've both committed.

     We Americans are expected to vote for one or the other.  I voted for neither.  I chose to not vote.  I know this decision of mine will seem irresponsible to some, especially family and maybe a few friends.  How could I not participate in offering my voice to the great democratic tradition of voting for presidential candidates chosen by powerful and wealthy men and women having no concern for the needs of the masses during a pandemic, a looming eviction apocalypse, and Great Depression-style unemployment figures?

     How could I not offer my voice to support either the incumbent's incompetence, or the challenger's settled evil that's been growing since he sold his soul as an ambitious 1970s politician?

     Evil?  Yes, and Trump, too.

     How else should we explain both candidates' firm commitment to health insurance industry executives and stockholders over the will of hundreds of millions suffering through a global plague and all of its connected chaos--our will (supported by polls) to say "Yes!" to Medicare for All, necessary now more than ever before.  Biden and Trump, our two contestants, both reject that policy, meaning they lack interest in saving millions of lives over time; meaning, they're fucking evil.

     I had planned to write in Jesse Ventura, former Governor of Minnesota, former pro wrestler; in fact, a sensible man imbued with honesty and caring for his fellow human beings (he's for Medicare for All, for one thing).  The morning of the election I had to go to work.  I could've gotten up earlier and walked half a block to my polling place, waited in line, but I didn't.  At the time, I didn't know why.  I had planned to vote, but a calmness came over me.  I knew there were state and local races to also vote for, but I couldn't go to the polling place.  

     For the first time in many months of this uncertain, testing year, I felt peace in regard to the political process, in its spectacle, a show I don't believe in.  We are lied to every day.  No one in their right minds would want Joe Biden or Donald Trump to be President.  Neither of them offer anything to ordinary people.  Either of them will provide a gross bunch of unneeded aid to the wealthiest pricks in America. We need Trump and Biden like a lung cancer patient needs to smoke Marlboros.

     Still, the spectacle's entertaining.  I watched a YouTube video analyzing the election results.  As of this writing the outcome hasn't been determined.  I offer the following headline:

          ASSHOLE WINS PRESIDENCY

     Works either way.

     We need to stop admiring the white collar criminals who are killing us.

Vic Neptune