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Some of Us Are

An analysis of the last election by Project Vote, a nonpartisan, 
nonprofit group, says that the people who put the Republicans
back into office were old, white, rich and Republican.  That is to say,
old people, white people, rich people, and Republican people
did not do what young, colored, paycheck-to-poverty, and
female Democrats did:  stay home and say, "What happened?".


Lord, love a duck!  You may think of young, colored, lower 
income Democrats, and women as ducks, if you wish.  
That is what they are going to be doing:  ducking.


One of the people at coffee, this week, said he had seen a poll
that showed how many people were not even aware that 
there had been an election.  Or that the moon was made of cheese.
How, he wondered, can you run a nation like that?  


I am tempted to a trivial, short-term answer.  


Rather, you have to have a really long-term view.
Human beings are a resourceful lot.  We are survivors.
We have idiotic times.  This is one of those idiotic times,
when it seems that fools and knaves are in charge.
But in the long term, if we really are survivors, 
we cannot behave like this.  We have to think.
We have to recognize that what we feel at the moment
is not helpful to our long-term survival.  


Some of us are old, and white, and not rich, and female,
and young, and brown, and rich, and we want fairness.
I believe that--moments aside--we are survivors,
and more than that, that we are good.  And will be good.

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