Feeling like a Non Believer

 Kind of a non news day until now.  I watched a couple of episodes of Million Dollar Listing Los Angeles tonight.  Did the usual Saturday stuff instead of leaving the news on as background noise because the noise was giving me a headache.

It's been hard to watch the President get older.  I worried about Joe becoming older.  It's like seeing your parents get older.  I have hated what's happened in the news this late month.  Downright depressed.  I accepted the fact that he will probably resign this week. I did not accept that the donors were not interested in Kamala Harris.  It's been so confusing and chaotic.

You wonder, does my vote count?  Between the MAGA movement wanting to throw my vote out, now the donors are looking at who they want.  How about asking the voters?  I'm all in for Kamala if that's the case.  Let's get over this can a woman do this?  Yes, she can.  

I feel bad that Joe feels stabbed in the back.  I hate seeing that he's hurting too.  He's done a fantastic job. 

When I did flip the TV on, that old orange ogre was on.  None of this would have been happening if he didn't go away.  Thank you Kevin McCarthy.  Joe would have opened the door for a new field of Democratic talent in 2024.

I got my refund check back from Aurora so nice to have some money back.

Tonight, I did what I do best.  I threw something out in anger and frustration. I took a packet of postcards that I agreed to write to and threw them out.  I thought what difference does it make?  My help doesn't matter. I don't matter.  Why does it matter if I write a stupid postcard to someone who will throw in the garbage anyway?  

For some people, it won't affect them whose in office.  They're doing ok.  For me, it will have an affect and that scares me.  This election scares me.


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