circling the wagons…

keeping up with the shenanigans
leading up to the off-again/ on-agains
complacent in our political wagons
endeavoring to circle… Old-Western style…
made difficult by attempts to  mis-beguile
by conflicting opinions and factions

turning the political order on its head…
keeping promises to the rabid, illogical  crowd
flies in the face of common-sensical thought
due to ignorance of which they are proud;
defying the principles by which they were taught,
…the  cost with which our freedom was bought.

© Sometimes, 2017

 

they can do better than that

Day 13, 2017

As a long-time fan of spy fiction
I like to keep an open mind
and far be it from me to take a poke
at intelligence dossiers and spy reports
but it all seems to me a very bad joke!

Normally reading the details of a carefully-
teased expose…dragged across our nose…
gives fuel to the fire and facts to the tale
but when details sound to be suspicious
they usually are just as they seem.

The truth is sometimes hidden, for lack
of sufficiently shocking details (better presented
in a colorfully embellished story-form)
with salacious stories of sex and smut,
to present a more spicy distraction.

© Sometimes, 2017

Second Guessing myself…

Day 8, 2017.

Wow!  We are already heading into the second week of the new year.   January is the busiest month of the year as far as family birthdays count.   My late husband, two grandsons, a son, great-granddaughter, son-in-law, and daughter-in-law.  And that is just my immediate family, not counting at least one niece from my Florida-Clan.

I used to send cards with detailed notes in them, and even money.    Now that I am basically a poor church mouse, I’m lucky if I get a card out at all.   Oh, sure, there are electronic cards that are relatively easy to send, and I must say those are often very attractive…and they even sing or play music for the recipient.

My intentions are good, and yes, I do know what they say about good intentions.   I do at least think about people on their birthdays.

Unfortunately (I guess,) I am not really into Facebook or other social media.   Let’s not go into that here, with a wink and a nod to my excuse/reasoning that these venues cause a LOT of trouble.   E-mail was bad enough, always a risk for correspondents.

Blogging is my love, being a source of endless blank pages on the computer screen, beckoning with a promise that I can write/say almost anything about nearly any subject.  I write poetry, essays and diaries about the good old days…at least MY good old days.     My goal for this new year is to write something every day…or at least re-post something that I have written since my blog SOMETIMES was born.

One of the sweet things about blogging is that we tend to attract like-minded writers who more or less follow our work.   We enjoy each others’ photos, essays, and poems, and short stories.

One rule I set for myself is to write with care.   To me that means avoiding offending anyone, getting uppity with those who do not agree with me, or writing obnoxious or unsubstantiated  things.    Normally I rest fairly well assured that when I push the SEND button, and later when someone opens my post to read it, there will not be any adverse effects.    Sometimes (often, actually) what I write is intended to be humorous, though representative of my views and opinions.   Satire and sarcasm I use sparingly,  with care and judgement.

I have published 671 posts to this blog, Sometimes, as of a glance to my Stats page just moments ago.    This represents steady publications the last couple of years, and the total over the life of my blog since 2011.   I have deleted two posts that I recall, rewrote a couple, but most have stood as written.      I don’t think I’ve offended or insulted anyone, and I take great pains to avoid such writing.

My number one goal this year is to write every day.    Actually I do write daily, usually in a variety of diaries and notebooks…then transfer items to my blog.    Once in a great while I have misgivings about a post, and accordingly re-write it, edit it for spelling or grammatical errors…and for any questionable content.     It takes a few moments to go back in the pages and fix typos or mis-spellings, or to make glaring corrections of fact.

Yesterday I wrote one of my problem pieces, and have mulled it over in my mind since.   It is about the infamous Wall which has been proposed…whether actual or theoretical, our president-elect now owns this idea, and possibly feels he has an obligation to “build the wall.”.     My purpose was to post the link to photos of the existing wall between the United States southern border and Mexico.   The suggestions that were included in my post are facetious…tongue-in-cheek…sarcastic.   When I came to my computer this morning I fully expected (dreaded, perhaps,) some negative comments about my rather outrageous “suggestions” for extending the border.    Especially worrying to me are “guests” or browsers who happen-upon  what I write, not regulars that recognize snide…ok, snarky…sarcasm.    So far so good…

 

 

 

Suggestions for Extending Existing Border Walls instead of tearing down and replacing…

Day 7, 2017.

Maybe The Donald could just buy a lot of razor wire and pile it up on top of these existing walls along the border.    (please see the link, below.)   Or create jobs by hirihg sentrys to patrol with orders to kill trespassers.

We have drones capable of being flying machine guns…just program them with shoot-to-kill orders.    OR, how about invisible fences like the ones programmed to keep pet dogs from straying from their yards?    Of course I realize that many extremely determined dogs are not  hindered by a mere jolt of electricity.

Another way The POETUS could achieve his fence-fetish would be to physically MOVE the existing border by declaring war against Mexico and advancing troops southward to seize land adjacent to the existing Mexican border.    Ah yeah, the problem with that is where to get all those troops…maybe cashing in the lists obtained from all of the BMV’s (Bureau of Motor Vehicles) affadavits when those kids got their driver licenses at age 16.

Hmmm…while my thinking cap is on I am reminded of a question I’ve had for a long time—how does China patrol that huge wall?

https://www.bing.com/images/search?q=walls+on+arizona+border&qpvt=walls+on+arizona+border&qpvt=walls+on+arizona+border&qpvt=walls+on+arizona+border&FORM=IGRE

the trouble with time limits

Every election, and whenever the subject comes up in between elections, there is a big
“thing” about term limits.

“Throw ’em all out…ALL of them.”      This seems like a good idea…on the face of it…except that it would almost always be a disaster.     This point of view is often described as “clear the swamp.”      I like my clichés to have literal meaning, so when someone says that I picture a real swamp, with hanging moss, fragrant jungle flowers, glass-bottomed tour boats, and alligators sunning themselves in mis-leading innocence.    Yeah, this is all very picturesque.    The thing to “clear out” of the actual swamp/jungle, presumeably is the alligators, and other creatures that will eat you if they get a chance.   In the metaphorical  swamp, to which the plotters and pundits refer,… is of course Washington D.C.   The best allusions may be to the alligators, standing in for elected members of Congress.     (No aspersions cast on the alligators.)

Depending on the speaker, there is usually no consensus of exactly WHOM to throw out.     The “commenters” are not very specific either….they mostly just advocate getting rid of “ALL of them,” and starting over with an all-new brand-spanking lot of Congress people and their respective entourages.

“Don’t throw out MY Congresspeople though!”    Ah-ha, therein lies the rub…the Dems want their own representatives, and Republicans back theirs (most of the time…moreorless.)     That could be called the “Your Rep is a crook…Mine isn’t” theory of political adequacy.

Yes, I DO have an allegorical illustration for my point…which is that it is basically impossible to start over completely, from scratch, at a grass-roots level.     Once…back in the proverbial day…a would-be entrepreneur presented to our City Council a plan to open a new restaurant.    He said he intended to hire ALL NEW staff—new cooks, new waitresses/waiters, now known as “Servers.”      New hostesses, new managers, new bartender…even new dishwasher/busboys.     By “new” was meant workers who had NO experience in any of the positions.   They would be trained “to order” by the owner, in his own expectations for how to do their jobs.    In other words, no one would have even a clue of what they were supposed to do.    Needless to say, if the restaurant ever had materialized as planned it could have been named “The Fiasco Diner.”

That’s what would happen in Washington if there was a law that all new politicians had to be completely inexperienced.    Wow!     As if the atmosphere there is not already terrifying!     Actually the current experiment in Foggy Bottom threatens to loom menacingly as The PEOTUS seems to be introducing a concept of “let’s just see what happens!”     Maybe its a principle of “…keeping one’s friends close and enemies closer.”

Here’s a scary one: “let’s call up all our enemies and suggest we all play nice.”

 

My answer to a question in the Washington Post this morning.

https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/morning-mix/wp/2016/11/09/how-do-i-explain-this-to-my-children-van-jones-gives-voice-to-the-nightmare-some-are-feeling/?wpisrc=nl_mix&wpmm=1

HERE’S THE THING FOLKS—this is how it works in a society such as ours here in the United States.       There is no need to “apologize” for our system to our children or anyone else.

This is it—this is US, We the People.

We are not a “banana republic,” as the historians and pundits like to call the countries that were literally run by fruit companies…American fruit countries, of course.   This was common in Central American countries back in the last century: massive corporations set up shop in a given country, bought or intimidated the government, and proceeded to recruit the local workers…who really had no other choice of jobs.     At least whacking banana bunches provided opportunities for employment.

Remember the old song by Harry Belafonte?    Here are the lyrics, sung to a calypso beat with a Jamaican accent.       It is one of those cute, entertaining songs that contain a sickening reality.

 

Day-o, day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and he wan’ go home
Day, he say day, he say day, he say day, he say day, he say day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and he wan’ go home

Work all night on a drink a’rum
(Daylight come and he wan’ go home)
Stack banana till thee morning come
(Daylight come and he wan’ go home)
Come, Mr. Tally Mon, tally me banana
(Daylight come and he wan’ go home)

Come, Mr. Tally Mon, tally me banana
(Daylight come and he wan’ go home)
It’s six foot, seven foot, eight foot, BUNCH!
(Daylight come and he wan’ go home)
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot, BUNCH!
(Daylight come and he wan’ go home)

Day, he say day-ay-ay-o
(Daylight come and he wan’ go home)
Day, he say day, he say day, he say day, he say day, he say day
(Daylight come and he wan’ go home)
A beautiful bunch a’ripe banana
(Daylight come and he wan’ go home)

Hide thee deadly black tarantula
(Daylight come and he wan’ go home)
It’s six foot, seven foot, eight foot, BUNCH!
(Daylight come and he wan’ go home)
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot, BUNCH!
(Daylight come and he wan’ go home)

Day, he say day-ay-ay-o
(Daylight come and he wan’ go home)
Day, he say day, he say day, he say day, he say day, he say day
(Daylight come and he wan’ go home)
Come, Mr. Tally Mon, tally me banana
(Daylight come and he wan’ go home)

Come, Mr. Tally Mon, tally me banana
(Daylight come and he wan’ go home)
Day-o, day-ay-ay-o
(Daylight come and he wan’ go home)
Day, he say day, he say day, he say day, he say day, he say day-ay-ay-o
(Daylight come and he wan’ go home)

Songwriters: IRVING BURGIE, WILLIAM ATTAWAY
© Alfred, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
For non-commercial use only.
Data from: LyricFind

 

SO, enough of that — BACK TO THE BLOG POST, and the question “what do we tell our kids?”

  1.  The USA is a nation governed by laws.
  2.  Government OF the People, By the People, and FOR the People.
  3.  “WE” are the People—I am a person, the reader here is a person, etc.
  4.   We all—citizens—get to vote.
  5.    We have represenatives at various levels, which is a whole other story—and  since   this isn’t a History or Government course per se we won’t go into that.
  6.   On election day we go to the polls (or absentee ballot, whatever…) and VOTE for our choice of candidates.      YOU vote for your choice; I vote for my choice.
  7.  After the votes are cast, they are counted.
  8.  The winner is declared.
  9.   We all cheer…or not.      If MY guy gets more votes than YOUR guy, I cheer!

10.   If your guy wins…well….

SO HERE COMES THE THING!   The Point:

Once the voting is over and the votes are counted, WE are faced with a situation whereby we have a candidate who has become an Elected Official.

Except in special circumstances, which won’t be covered here, once the election is over and the winner declared—that’s it.

Yes, I’m talking about Donald Trump—President Elect Donald Trump.

HE WON…

SO the question becomes—IF I don’t like the outcome—-What do I tell my kids?

…that this is how our system works

…we don’t throw stuff, destroy anything,  or go all berserk and get ourselves arrested or … worse …

…we just sit back and say “OK, Let’s see what he’s Got.”

…recognize that “WE” the People have spoken.    OK, so we can grumble that it was more accurately “THEY” the Other People.   That is beside the point, which is that we must abide by the rules and regulations set forth by the majority of our fellow citizens.

…or, in the vernacular “shut up and suck it up.”

 

 

 

 

Nursery Rhyme commentary

 

Remember the Maiden All Forlorn?
Who kissed the cow with the crumpled horn?
Ever wonder what was her problem?

Was it the Man All Tattered and Torn?
Did our Maiden prefer the Cow
to the advances of the passerby?

The saddest dilemma the poor Maiden faced
was that to report the bad man was out of place
for a mere milkmaid with a pretty face.

Now she is old and has Maidens of her own,
and tries to forget the horrible Man with the
slobbering kiss—but he calls her a Crone

“Never happened,” says He, with a straight face,
“How could it….look at her!   There’s no way
she would have have had any appeal!”

Now the Maiden is famous throughout the land
and has forfeited her anonymity to critics
who scoff and sneer…just another statistic!

©Sometimes, 2016

the maiden all forlorn

http://www.comicbookreligion.com/?c=29941&maiden_all_forlorn

rats and sinking ships

Donald Trump finally succeeded
in shocking his fellows…
now he’s watching in dismay
while they scramble to jump ship.

It was OK when Mr T made nasty remarks
about Megan and Rosie and Miss Universe
that were just worthy of snickers…
his followship barely wrinkled.

The insane idea of using the nukes
as long as they are stacked up waiting
to annihilate or “educate”
various would-be belligerants.

A good idea to plan alternatives
for marching aliens back to their spaceships
peacefully and obediently…even citizens.
Build a wall…keep ’em out in the first place.

Women don’t know what’s good for them,
so The Don and his lackeys will teach them
that they have no say over their bodies or lives.
Population control through legislation.

Playing footsie with long-time enemies
is acceptable, if frowned-upon….  effective
as long as it insults and  slanders the President.
Were they not paying attention during the Cold War?

But now—the ultimate straw–the camel’s
nemesis!  At last something that loosens the
groveling and politically correct echoing
of the Party Line by even the most promising!

Dirty Words…bad expressions of filth and misogny
that bring snickers and good-old-boy “locker room”
banter from sycophants and hangers-on…
Bad Words uttered to impress and shock admirers.

Well, at least The Don didn’t try to blame Barack Obama,
the usual scapegoat for anything bad that ever happened…
as his role-model for dirty talk about women.

The rush to get off the threatening-to-sink ship
the politicians will fall all over each other trying
to escape.   Some of these chaps, it seems,
would support the Devil himself for political gain.

 

 

 

So which are YOUR Top Ten Fiction Novels?

Please take out pencil and a piece of paper.      Number from one to 10.   (It doesn’t matter what kind of paper, and the numbers should be 1-10 in a vertical column.)     You are to list (not necessarily in order) YOUR  top ten Greatest Fiction Books Ever Written.      You have 30 minutes to complete the list.

Wow!      Moments ago I read a page on selling books on eBay.    I actually do sell books on eBay, but mostly on other venues, mainly Amazon.     The list, which the author of the article noted was A list, not intended to be THE LIST of the all-time great books.

Here is the eBay writer’s list:

Top 10 Books of All Time Photo from the eBay page.  I am duly impressed!

I believe I have now on my shelves ALL of the ten works on the list.     I would like to say that I have read and studied every single one of these books…but since I am a very truthful person, I can’t make that claim.

I did read part of  Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina, which I enjoyed.    The other classics are so much discussed and made into movies, and snippets (or pages) have appeared in various sources, that they are impressed upon my mind having read the novels  per se or not.

OK, in my defense, English and American Literature HAVE been included in my curriculum,  but during my college career the only course I remember that specifically dealt with “classic great modern literature” was a University of Akron  graduate seminar on Latin American Fiction.    That course, I recall, came as I was overwhelmed (pretty much) with heavy-duty studying and reading…so much so that I was   reading non-fiction textbooks on the History of all sorts of times and places—and did not have time for the luxury of reading my favorite “lawyer-books” and Sci-Fi, and light bedtime reading…I would fall asleep with a huge textbook, not a little paperback.     Reading those Latin American novels (Isabel Allende, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Garcia Lorca,)…was almost like cheating on the curriculum…a real treat.

Another seminar at Cleveland State dealt with Karl Marx and his assorted works.  Now this may sound stupid, but I was a tad shy at the time with my Essential Karl Marx paperback and reams of print-outs from reference books.   I mention that because one of the eBay writer’s TOP TEN GREAT BOOKS is the classic Vladimir Nabovosky book Lolita.    Well!  at the time I was in college ten-twenty years ago I would have kept THAT book in my book bag.      I have the book now for sale (I think.)   No, I haven’t been so inclined to read it.

While on that general subject, it always amuses me to recall that when I was a girl THE banned book (really…banned!) was Forever Amber,   by Kathleen Winsor.    Well, let me tell you…that book was not very interesting to me when I tried to read it years and years ago…and I never did find the titillating parts that I thought were hiding within the book.     Recently, like last year, I finally found out that the book was banned for political reasons…not for…well, you know…sexy stuff.  😉

So…good luck with those lists!

Taco Trucks…what a great idea!

The idea of “Taco Trucks on every corner” is not a bad idea.     Food trucks, in general, are popular in areas such as college campuses, factories, various community events.  At the University of Akron, when I was there ten years ago, there was a guy with his food truck selling Gyros.   For anyone who has been asleep for years, Gyros are yummy sandwich sort of “wrap” things, special meat, sautéed onions and peppers, maybe some tomatoes, and delicious cucumber/sour cream sauce.   ooooh, I’m hungry now.   The Gyro truck was located in a more strategic location than the school food court/cafeteria/snack bar…and always had a booming business of hungry students and professors.   The price was affordable. the food fresh and good tasting.

SO, when I first heard it, I was favorably impressed with the prospect of this “Taco Truck” business  in spite of it being  a denigrating nickname intended as an insult to Hillary Clinton’s campaign—presumeably a warning by a Donald Trump Surrogate apparently opining that Tacos were somehow gauche, and trucks selling Tacos was somehow a bad thing that Mrs. Clinton would force upon us when she becomes POTUS.

Aside from the obvious…having good food readily available at a reasonable price…there is an even better advantage—  Tacos are inherently NUTRITIOUS food!

As one of my professors pointed out once in a class about indigenous health habits, the the general diet has always included basic substinence items of Corn, Beans, Rice, and   vegetables such as tomatoes, lettuce or other greens, onions, some peppers, and meat—what could be more nutrious than that?   Besides, serving is easy…just fill up a Taco shell (corn,) or wrap up the good stuff in a soft flour tortilla.   OK technically that’s a Burrito…but specific terminology is optional at a Taco Truck.

The government could even subsidize Taco Trucks–and do a double purpose of encouraging good nutrition for the masses in the bargain.    Could be a boon to vegetable farmers, too.

WHO doesn’t like Tacos?

 

“Many Say”—the new “THEY”

Well, one thing I’ll grudgingly give Donald Trump is that when he says “many say” he actually isn’t exaggerating===every word he says is diligently (and selectively) repeated on the television, in newspapers…on-line magazines, even Facebook.   Since he never takes credit (responsibility) for what he says  no matter how many times the video footage is repeated.

One wonders…[uh, as for the use of “One” in place of saying something more direct such as “I wonder”,  “the Generals wonder,” “Hillary Clinton wonders,”   or the  generic “some of us wonder”, “women wonder” …. the word “One” in the context of “all of us” or “we” conveys the message without specifics.]     Any way, One wonders if anyone hears what The Donald is really saying?

What ever happened to the laws against inciting public unrest…the old yelling “fire!” in a crowded room,  slander laws, legislation designed to identify and earmark threats to other people?     If I picked up my phone and called city hall and threatened the Mayor, there would be so many police cars in my driveway it would look like their parking lot.   There I would be….in the slammer….waiting to appear before a court on charges of making a telephone threat, maligning (or worse) a public official, insanity, and sedition.       (whee doggies…as Jeb Clampett used to say!)

 SEDITION

se·di·tion

[səˈdiSH(ə)n]

NOUN

  1. conduct or speech inciting people to rebel against the authority of a state or monarch.

    synonyms: rabble-rousing · incitement to rebel · subversion ·

    [more]

ORIGIN

late Middle English (in the sense ‘violent strife’): from Old French, or from Latin seditio(n-), from sed- ‘apart’ + itio(n-) ‘going’ (from the verb ire).

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Conjuring McCarthyism

https://www.yahoo.com/news/donald-trump-russia-dnc-emails-000000865.html

WOW!!!   This stuff about the Russians hacking the DNC email is SO COOL!   It makes me think of the old days when the McCarthy hearings were on the television every day for what seemed forever.   That was back in 1950.

I was a kid then, in high school,   interested primarily in hanging out and dancing and all that stuff.    But I LOVED the McCarthy hearings.  In black and white, on the small screen TV, the congressional hearings presided over by Senator Joseph McCarthy were dramatic, gripping—TRUE drama.   Frightening!

Endlessly, it seemed, Senator McCarthy hammered away at hapless people of all walks of life who were accused or suspected of being Communists—spies of the Soviet Union.      These people were largely Movie Stars and other Hollywood bigwigs, and all levels of United States Government workers…from the lowliest clerks to people in high positions.

I, being a 16-year-old girl, working at a dry goods/grill/hardware store…making ice-cream sodas and hotfudge sundaes, and hamburgers.    I worked the soda counter, and was forbidden by the owner of the store to wander off into other areas.  I stayed in my brightly lit corner, minded my ice-cream soda bar and grill, and chatted with my friends.

Although I was a reasonably good kid, minded my own business and did my work, then went home and did my homework, watched some TV (sometimes,) hung out with my friends…my best friend was the Head Majorette with the high school marching band, which provided me with considerable “reflected glory.”

Also—I watched Senator McCarthy as he brought down his best Inquisitioner techniques on the suspected Communists.

I was scared to death that somehow I could be mistaken for a Communist.  Not sure how such a thing could be, I nonetheless watched what I read, who I talked to, and what I said.     I was fully aware that if I didn’t toe the mark, it would be ME up against the  virtual rack….the one that the Spanish Inquisition used to great infamy back in the sixteenth century.

It still gives me the shudders, remembering the wild-eyed fury of the Senator…who in his best lawyer-fashion, ranted and raved at his “suspects,” who sat and squirmed with presperation dripping down their faces under the hot lights of the television studio.     I suppose if I really wanted to I could research the history of those Senate Hearings and list names of the unfortunate “Communist Sympathizers” and the details of their dastardly deeds.

SO—all this comes to mind when watching IN AWE—Donald Trump nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders and raving about the Russians, saying dumb stuff such as he “hopes the Russians” hack into some more American e-mails.   Heck, why not?   Dig into the State Department secrets.   Let us read all those juicy emails of Hillary Clinton discussing bridesmaids dresses and menu decisions…hmmm, beef or chicken?

Where is all the outrage?   If Donald Trump were to suddenly be transported back in time to 1950, and was seated at that torture chamber table being harangued by Senator McCarthy—WOW!!!—HOW COOL WOULD THAT BE???   He must have a souped-up DeLorean in his garage…fit it out for time-travel, and…there he goes.

(Sorry…please forgive the punctuation and capital letters.)

 

 

A FEW REASONS I’M FEELING NERVOUS (Re-blogged from Jnana’s Red Barn)

This looming election has us all worried, especially the survivors of the Nixon era and the events of 1968. The Republican convention went relatively well…minimum police involvement…but the Democratic convention coming up next week is frightening vulnerable to “disruption” (to use mild language) by anti-Clinton forces and general agitators. In this excellent post by Jnana Hodson makes several points that are appropriate and informative. Thanks for the reblog, Jnana!

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There are reasons to be nervous about this Democratic Party convention in Philadelphia.

The Chicago convention of 1968 should stand as a warning of what happens when brute power and unbending perfection collide. For those of us growing up in the hippie era – and that includes both Hillary Clinton and Bernie Sanders – the antiwar candidacy of “Clean Gene” McCarthy was an idealistic rallying point that stood in contrast to the insider run of Bobby Kennedy, who, in retrospect, would have advanced many of our positions had he not been assassinated in Los Angeles.

Only months earlier, we were ecstatic when President Lyndon B. Johnson announced he would not run for reelection. Here was our opening, we thought, the big break for the Revolution of Peace & Love.

Instead, LBJ’s loyal vice president, Hubert H. Humphrey, won the nomination at an event marred by violent confrontations between police backed…

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Why we vote the way we do

I have long entertained some theories about elections, and how and why people vote the way they do.

Factional Voting: On any given issue, from the most basic township trustee election to the Big One…voting for POTUS.    Take for instance a local Council Representative…there are three factions in play:  FOR, AGAINST, EITHER/OR.    In a nutshell…supporters of a candidate, enemies of his or hers, and the vast pool of voters who don’t know…don’t care…or make it up on election night.

FOR a candidate… close friends, true supporters who know what is going on and are informed voters, and enemies of the opposition candidate.

AGAINST….people that don’t like the candidate, disagree with the issue, hold strong but informed reasons for being opposed.

EITHER/OR… voters who never heard of any of the candidates…just pick one from the list.  Know them both and are ambivalent about them, and those who just don’t care.

There are reasons for NOT LIKING a candidate, of course:

the way they wear their hair

friends do or do not like them

because they are a woman/ or a man/

pure straight-party-ticket voters.

In reverse, the same reasoning can be applied to LIKING a candidate.

The Either/Or category makes up much of the “swing-vote” of people who don’t know, don’t care, never heard of any of the candidates. can’t stand “uppity women,” or a myriad of other reasons for “deciding at the last minute.”