Tag: Politics

  • Watching, Waiting, Hoping

    Just waiting for the final vote counts to come in.

  • America: A Long Way From Great Again

    I know, even as I write this, there is still a good chance that Biden will claw out a win, but that doesn’t make me feel better.

    Actually, I feel worse than I did in 2016.

    I can accept that good people voted for Trump that year because it was a change election, and what the Democrats we’re offering was just more of the institutional same, which wasn’t helping most people.

    After five years of being a public political figure, everyone knows exactly who he is. And still, at this moment, 45% of the voting public wanted four more years of it. Of racism, incompetence, self dealing, corrupt, misogyny, and I could go on, and on.

    That 45% of the country could look at a President like and somehow think a continuation is s as good idea.

    It makes me feel like what I was told about the greatness of America is a lie. That we are not a shining city in a hill, but a people who are giving to our base instincts.

    I now believe that change will come, but not for another generation. The Greatest Generation is gone, and no longer relevant to our body politics. We are dealing with yet another Boomer problem. The Boomers were the last generation to grow up in government sanctioned racism, and though they worked to stop it, a good number of them worked to keep it. It is that upbringing of “acceptable bigotry” is what is holding us all back. We have 20 more years of it.

    Only when Gen-X and the following generations come into political power, will we finally begin to seriously deal with this hate.

    Sadly, I don’t know if America has 20 years left…

  • Live Tweeting the Debate

    I am purposely taking today easy, and not doing anything other than the basics. That’s because there will a Rapture level dumpster fire trainwreck of a political debate tonight.

    Did you know that was happening tonight? We’re you aware?

    I’m going to make miso ramen for my family, buy a bottle of sake and bourbon, and yell at my tv for over an hour. You know, like our forefathers used to do.

    I will be on Twitter tonight (@mlgroff) making an occasional joke, and seeing what everyone else has to say.

    Most importantly, make your plan to vote.

  • Internet is Out

    So… when our internet went out today, yes, everything grounds to a halt. I’m on my phone writing this, and it feels like I have been defeated by the tech Gods.

    The wife needed to work, the kid needed to go to school, and I wanted to use today pushing people to help Flip the Senate. None of that happened.

    Yeah, I’m pretty annoyed. I had a plan for today and it all went to shit fast. This was supposed to be a test first day at making a change. I got all fired up over the weekend with the passing of RBG. I was ready to get into good trouble.

    Now I have to wait a day… The Revolution will be streamed later…

  • No News Day: Farmer’s Markets

    I’m not anxious about the virus. Not sure if that is good or a bad thing.

    I also feel like I have overdosed on the Democratic party and the nomination process. I am sure part of that has to do with my guy underperforming, but hey… it’s nice to have a break from the Bloomberg ads.

    So, where does that leave me?

    Actually, it would be nice to take a break from the news and thinking about how it affects everything.

    What that leaves me with is wondering why I haven’t been able to get into farmer’s markets?

    (Yes, it will be that kind of blog today.)

    I used to work near the Union Square Farmer’s Market in New York, and they gets set up three times a week in the spring and summer… and when I found myself in it, it was mainly because I had to walk through it to get to the other side. Lot’s of slow-moving people picking over apples and lavender candles.

    When we were in California, and we lived sort of in the country, there were farmer’s markets everywhere, but only on Saturdays… which I found odd. Well, there was one on Sundays, but it was the ugly stepchild of markets; picked over, and lots of old hippies that seemed more interested in telling me that I really don’t “get” what they are trying to sell me.

    Either way, I kept expecting that I will go to one, and be inspired to cook something, or just get excited about farm to table sustainable food. And I know it’s important that we all do those things, and compost too, but I feel the steely eye of the farmer watching me, hoping that I make eye contact so they can tell me a story about their farm.

    That’s it… farmer’s markets.

    Thank you…