John McCain: The Morning After

I didn't watch the debate but apparently John McCain did.

Ann: Hi John, Anita* said you stopped by yesterday and that I should connect with you or you would drive her crazy.

John: You girls are really checking in to the system, aren’t you? And I would certainly never intend to drive either of you crazy because I might wear out my welcome. Now I am persistent – and I always liked Liz Warren for that same trait.

I woke you up this morning because I wanted to weigh in on that travesty some people are calling a debate. If any one of my former colleagues was watching, I sure hope that in the secrecy of the ballot box they will come to their senses.

Clearly they have forsaken any idea of stand-up action, but somewhere, somehow, in some deeply buried and almost completely smothered corner of their consciences - or even their instinct for the actual survival of their own sorry skins - I pray that they may find the will to turn back from the precipice on which they are teetering - if they haven't already jumped off.

I say "they" because, oddly enough, they have the most to lose, i.e., what is left of their immortal souls. As one sheep after the other has jumped off that cliff into that black hole, we see what used to be men turned into power-crazed wannabe little oligarchs - and that is not too far off the mark. But worse than that, is the consigning to hell of their own souls and the country that, however imperfect it was and is, was at least a flying chance at creating a better world.

However, my friends, not to despair because what you don’t see is the rest of the country following them over that cliff and into that dark abyss. I know a wake-up call when I see one and last night was a screamer. It looked bad, I have to admit, and my friend Joe could hardly believe what he was witnessing, but he pulled himself tougher and allowed the world to see who he is and that is exactly who we need.

If anything, Old Fat Ass made the case for Joe in the direst terms possible by showing himself as the madman he is. I really don’t think too many people are going to want to sign up for that shit show going forward.

These are the death throes, my friends. Ugly as they are, they portend complete and utter meltdown. Even if by some miracle of treachery, he gets elected, he will not last long. The man is devolving before our eyes. What we have to do now is to stay the course, make our voices and our wallets felt wherever we can to avoid the chaos that will inevitably follow in his wake.

And there will be a God Almighty mess to clean up, but that is the case after almost any terminal illness. Those who remain must pull it together, disinfect the house, get the bank accounts and the keys in the right hands, and restructure life going forward.

I am feeling good about the future, my friends, and I hope you are too. Not lazy, not smug, but confident that if we keep to our path, the light will reemerge.

And this time, let’s do something better with it.

September 30, 2020 *Anita Sacco. See "Recommended Channelers" under "Resources" tab. **Anita can be contacted for purchase of obtaining the recipe for her protection spray or readings at https://www.etsy.com/shop/FairyTaleEnd. All blog entries are works of the imagination and are for spiritual and entertainment purposes only.