It would be so nice just to talk about movies.
We’ll get to that and a lot more next week.
But okay, if you must know, I’ve seen about two thirds of the most highly touted films of 2023 and so far my top two are Maestro and Oppenheimer.
This leaves out a bunch of non-English language films I hear are great but are not yet available, or I couldn’t get to in the maybe one theatre they are playing in.
What is playing 24/7 in my house via TV, newspapers and way too much scrolling, is the potential end of democracy in a year or so if The King of Queens becomes POTUS again.
Yeah, he can have that title.
The former, not the latter.
As I’ve written previously, I’m convinced the one whose name few Republican presidential candidates dare to speak out loud, will get nowhere near the Oval Office again.
Still, it’s become more than a part-time job convincing many of my worrywart friends who keep checking in and asking me if I am still sure.
Yes, I’m sure as I can be about anything. Though if you’d asked me last year at this time if we’d need a new roof on our house in less than 12 months I would’ve bet against it.
And lost.
Ouch.
(Note: Oh relax and don’t take that as anything more than the snide remark I intended it to be).
The point is The King of Queens lost to Pres. Biden by well over 7 million votes in 2020 and will lose by even more next year if his party is dumb enough to give Mr. Too-Many-Multiple-Indictments-To-Count another shot as its nominee.
Three years after he LOST and Joe Biden WON the economy is defying all expectations – unemployment is low and prices are down at the gas pump and at the supermarket. (Note: Check the cost of fuel and eggs compared to all the doomsayer logic six months ago).
Then look at the stock market in the last few weeks and compare it to when Kingy (Note: Or Queeny) left office. And then remember where we were in the COVID pandemic late in 2020, thanks to Multi-Indict-y’s head-in-the-sand illogic of hiding the real truth from us, vs. where we are now.
And then, most importantly, remember this —
If you think the overwhelming number of women in this country are going to sit still and once again let us elect the understudy lead in next year’s summer stock touring production of Mein Kampf: The Musical as POTUS you are dead wrong.
The vast majority of American women don’t want to check in with a bunch of old white men who don’t have medical degrees, especially that one, on whether or not to have a child.
Nor should they.
My feeling on this is simple: Possession is nine-tenths of the law.
Or, as we used to say back in the late sixties and early seventies:
My Body, My Choice.
By the way, we men, and those who identify as non-binary or anything else, should be right by their side. Yet I’ve had enough of a cross-section of female friends over the decades to state without hesitation that even if enough of us don’t join them they are still —
NOT. HAVING. IT.
You can count on that, and not two honest Black female poll workers, as the reason for every single seemingly missing vote for a Republican running for election in 2024.
Including Les King of Queens.
Is the middle east war, the Ukraine war and the fight over American immigration a mess? Sure.
But do you believe the bulk of us, an Electoral College majority, think it would be better to go backwards in time to Adolph Drumpf?
Nein.
Americans historically DO NOT like to go backwards and re-elect people they threw out in the first place.
But, um, isn’t this different? I mean, we’re letting in vermin and our American bloodline is being poisoned, right?
It sounds like an argument the dirty, old, unbathed men playing checkers in the public park in Queens near where I grew up used to make.
Just because you scream louder than everyone else as you feed a few appreciative dumb birds junk food doesn’t mean the rest of the flock won’t shit on your head for being an obnoxious human ass hat.
And just because you cheat at checkers when your opponent’s back is turned and announce you’re the winner doesn’t mean you will be awarded the big trophy.
People, not to mention birds, are watching.
It’s survival of the fittest AND the smartest in our animal kingdom – that is unless the majority of us animals are too scared, frozen or busy to fight one tired, old and very bloated bird one last time.
notes from a chair 