I have just read the couple dozen comments to yesterday's post — perhaps my shortest ever — and I read them with no little interest. Within them runs the partisan theme (heroically countered in places) that Democrats are proceeding, in the face of Trumpian triumphalism, as the usual bunch of blind, unthoughtful stumblebums they always have been — you know, from the stumblebumming of FDR battling a Great and Global Depression as well as liberating half the world from fascism, to the equal stumblebumming of Barack Obama also battling a great and global near depression as well as suffering, with ineffable grace, this nation's historically most backward gang of political cutthroats.
Do Democrats stumble about nevertheless? Of course they do. All political parties do, given the vagaries of political events. Will Democrats roam in the wilderness for months or perhaps a year? Again, that wouldn't surprise. It takes time to recover from such senseless blows to common human decency and sane public policy, such as Trumpism and Ryanism have delivered.
But I can say this much for national Democrats: I'm goddamn proud of them. With near uniformity they have condemned and promised to fight the GOP brutality that has befallen us. For now, could we reasonably ask for any more? I think not. And I further think their better, if not best, days are ahead of them, as Trumpism exposes itself as the national and international blight that it is.
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Now, excuse my brief absence. A dear friend is about to wheel me, as though I'm some sort of retired British colonel in plaid lap blanket, into a local park for some fresh air and sunshine, neither of which have I indulged for weeks. I wish you all an equally dreamy day. Life is good — and so much more appreciated when one knows that it, and the family and friendships that go with it, will be around a bit longer. (Sorry, I'm feeling exceptionally emotional today.)