I watch my thirteen year old daughter watching this election cycle. I see her cringe at the news reports, at the sound bites. I hear her awkwardly laugh at memes that tell more truth than the news (akin to editorial cartoons of our Sunday papers).
As though there haven’t been enough controversies from both the Democrats and the GOP candidates, new shockers appear daily. Clinton’s e-mails. Bengahzi. The Clinton Foundation. The liberal agenda. Media bias. Trump’s mocking of the disabled, of PTSD sufferers, of women. Talk of building walls and deporting them all. Blacks and Hispanics live in hell… what have they got to lose in voting? Stop and frisk. Taxes, anyone? And the latest –“grab them by the pussy” hot mic bravado.
Two other folks are on the ballot. Their candidacies are likely to pull votes from donkies and elephants. It seems like the voters are the jackasses that forgot they’re never supposed to forget.
I wonder how she’ll feel waking up on Nov. 9 when the votes are tallied. Will she be proud of us for voting our conscience, voting for humanity, for decency, for her future? Will she question her neighbors who chanted support for hate and allowed this mockery of democracy to fester? Will she – will any of my kids (or students) see this historical election and vow to change the process before 2020?
It’s more than just the first woman to claim a national party candidacy. It’s more than a millionaire with no political record running (Ross Perot did that, too, though without a major polital party backing him). This election result could change America. This election could destroy us.
We’re living in a reality TV show that desperately needs network cancellation. Or, at the very least, a better script.