The midterm elections lie inches away in my calendar timeline and I, for one, cannot wait. The cacophony of ads every time I turn around hurts my ears. He said, she said…and precious little corroboration for anyone’s claims. The vitriolic nature of discourse dim my hope for our nation. I fear it will soon be flag down, for good.
Now I’m not a political pundit. Trust me on that. Still, I think two simple words shade my voting tendencies. I think two simple words will determine the outcome of this election for many of us.
Kavanaugh. No matter where you fell on the Kavanaugh spectrum, the Kavanaugh spectacle made me sick. Literally. Have we sunk so low as a nation that judicial confirmation hearings look like an episode of Jerry Springer rather than an august deliberation? And none of the participants in the debacle seem bothered by that? I fear for my country.
Word two: Caravan. A mob of Hondurans march to cross our border. Again. And our response is…what? Do we welcome them with open arms or arms fully loaded? I hear little discussion on how to meet and greet these folks, but this only serves to highlight the tension surrounding border control. Am I the only one who sees a problem here? No matter where you stand on humanitarian immigration, I think we can all agree that should we accept thousands at a time we might as well switch our national language to Spanish. Habla espanol?
I don’t know about all y’all, but I’m a two-word voter this election. Kavanaugh. Caravan. You don’t have to sit on my side of the kitchen table to agree…these are two defining moments for our nation. And our response to them will change the course of our nation. We the people better be figuring it out, because I don’t see a lot of answers coming out of either side of the aisle in DC.