I really, really hope I’m wrong. It would give me no greater pleasure to be wrong about this: that mail in votes sail through, that a loss is a loss, that going to the polls will be a cakewalk. I suspect voting for far too many will be almost as hard as making an actual cake walk. And considering the gun carry happy nature of some of those eager to ‘watch’ the polls for Trump, you may be risking your life.
Why would I not be surprised if, just before election day, Barr and Trump start talking about Antifa and BLM threats to the poll stations?
Despite the push for mail in voting, and understanding why in more normal times we should do it, I think we all need to go to the polls. Scratch that: we need to go to the polls election day supported by party paid for armed guards willing to defend, not only our vote, but our very lives when the Boogaloo, Prouds and other Stand Your Grounders, show up with semi-auto weapons. “Libtards” to kill. Non-cult member vermin to exterminate.
Dear God on a dipstick I hope I’m wrong. No embarrassment if I am. I just have had this tendency to be able to see just how far people will go. When you live on the road as part of your job, and clients are unpredictable, you learn to game out worst scenarios ‘just in case.’ On a rare occasion I was right and therefore prepared. But no matter how horrific, how anti-Constitution, criminal; I keep under estimating Trump and his enablers. And I’m the guy who during discussions and debates has been told more than once, “Oh, common, Ken, they wouldn’t go THAT far.”
That stopped not long after November 2016.
Oh, yes, yes, DAMN it yes, they would: and worse.
Side comment: anyone notice how some claim they get away with it because they do it out in the open? Maybe Butch Cassidy, Jeffrey Dahmer and Charles Manson should have done that. No crime if out in the open, right?
I do fear November, if not sooner, will be the start of a true war. Trump’s fully armed enablers will be out there; some claiming to be anti-Trump. Those trolls will incite, actually start, the violence that will give Blackwater, Homeland: Donald’s mercenaries the excuse they need for bullets to fly. And I don’t mean rubber.
I have heard the right predict a new civil war, which would be ironic usage of the word ‘civil;’ since the usage more of us are familiar with is the opposite of ‘civil.’ Of course ‘Civil War” uses a different definition for ‘civil.’ Yet, with total breakdown inspired by Trump himself; due to his love for slathering everything with chaos, both usages of ‘civil’ seem oddly inappropriate.
If any rule is not so secretly taken to heart by Trumpsters it’s, “We will stop at nothing.” Complete with, “But the other side…” strawmen they constantly push.
The post office: you could almost hear the cheers when ‘we won’ because they stopped removing postboxes. But the untold story is when they switch to locking them instead of stealing them, what’s the dif? Even if bolt cutters would work you can be sure mailmen and women will be told not to pick up at select locations. You know, black? Hispanic? More leftward communities? If we go get the mail, by whatever means, and personally deliver the mail to the post office..
Yes, we could be arrested. Some of this could get us murdered by his thugs. Fits the definition of, “Good trouble.” Charged with interfering with the mail when that is what we’re trying to stop.
Nationwide the cruelty, perhaps even the slaughter, could make Portland look like a kiddie’s party.
I know, I know, easier not to consider any of this. But if they are willing to go this far to hold on to Trump, what’s next?
I promise: NONE of us want to find THAT out. COVID 2.0 might seem a minor inconvenience in comparison. Trumpsters will consider themselves more powerful than Dawn: 3X the cleansing power: cleansing the nation of those who dare disagree. Donnie will declare, “Some of them are good people.”
Inspection is a column that has been written by Ken Carman for over 40 years. Inspection is dedicated to looking at odd angles, under all the rocks, and into the unseen cracks and crevasses, that constitute the issues and philosophical constructs of our day: places few think, or even dare, to venture.
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