Another Day

 I did walk my hill today by the water tower where I walk. I hadn't the last two days since my foot hurt, the humidity was bothering me.  It felt nice.  It's raining now and it's definitely humid where I live but I got a bit of a lake breeze as a I trudged my way up and down the hill listening to Molly Shannon's autobiography on Audible.  Her dad sounded nuts but he reminds me of my own step-dad knocking wigs off of mannequins at Sears over on Mitchell Street back in the 70's.

Then I find the latest on the news.  Another shooting.  At a parade.  People dead. 

I can't listen to the thoughts and prayers and the whole give a good guy with a gun, blah blah.  Social media has really become the devil as far as I'm concerned. Unless there's a cute picture of my grand niece or any family members, I'm off of Facebook.  And I only troll Bravo Real Housewives divas out of boredom on Instagram.  I like seeing all of the cute family pictures of celebrity families too on Instgram or cute cat videos.  No discussion of politics on social media.  Too many keyboard trolls.

I saw that Gavin Newsom put out an ad in Florida that the people should rise up against the oppressive things happening in Florida. I love it.

I love Joe Biden.  I am so happy he's our president.  I'm so happy that he ran.  I cried tears of joy when they called the election for him that Saturday after Election Day.  I think he's a kind and decent human being.  I love Dr. Jill!  Hunter Biden?  Eh, not so much, but I'll take him over Uday and Qusay Trump brothers anyday.

I kind of see a tiredness with Joe.  There is so much going on and it doesn't seem like anyone is happy.  I would take a second term of Joe and happily vote for him.  I want him to retire.  I want him to enjoy his life with Dr. Jill and their dog and cat.  I felt the same way he did when he saw those men coming out with those Tiki torches yelling Jews will not replace us.  We are still fighting for the soul of America. I want someone else to do the fighting.

A lot of people have said who can run?  There's nobody.  People have turned on Kamala.  You know, someone has to be first so let's not be so fickle.  I'm still a Kamala fan.

I thought for some time that Gavin Newsom might be a  good candidate.  Yeah, he almost got recalled.  Yeah, he's the governor or hippy dippy California. Yeah, they're dealing with a lot of issues with fires in California.

He's got the fire.  He was the mayor of San Francisco, married gay people when everyone else said NO, lieutenant governor and now a governor that survived a recall election.  It's just the political junkie in me talking but this is the guy that can clap back against the extremism that's going on.

I'm the worse person to sit with when it comes to a political debate.  I almost lost my ever loving mind wishing for Barack to clap back at Mitt Romney in his first debate.

I love Joe.  I have 2 Will You Shut up man t-shirts.  He's got my heart, but my heart wants him to enjoy his life more.  I think he gets too much disrespect and I think he believes that people like Mitch McConnell will do right by him.

How do I get from my sore foot to who should run for president?  That's how my mind works.  All. Over. The Place. Today.  

I got to walk the hill.  And I think Gavin Newsom should run for president.  

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