Just A Little Friendly Advice

I get it, believe me, I get it. We are so close! In less than 40 hours, our four year dalliance with uncontrolled fascism will come to an end. But please, I beg you, don’t make the mistake of rushing through it.

Look, we all remember being kids. Remember that last day of school? It always took forever to get over with, especially since any attempt at education had been abandoned, and you were just killing time. And when it was over, the euphoria was exquisite!

And do you remember what happened the next day, that first blessed day of summer vacation? You got up early, your body was still on school time. And you wanted to do it all! Play ball. Ride your bike. Go swimming. Hang with your friends. Go fishing. Get ice cream. And when you went to bed that night, you couldn’t remember any of it. It was all just a blur of wasted effort.

And this is my advice to you, my dear readers. Sit back. Take a breath. Let it just roll out. At 12:01 on Wednesday afternoon EST, will literally be the first day of the rest of your life. Savor it.

If you’re up early enough, turn on the television and watch Trump’s limo pull up to Air Force one at Andrews Air Force base. Watch him get out, and have to trundle up those steps, cheered on by a motley crew of about 20-50 die hard supporters, nothing but blank scenery around him as he slinks back of to Florida, and a life as a professional defendant.

Watch the inauguration. The Biden Inaugural team are nothing short of flat out geniuses. Knowing that the National Mall would be empty for security purposes, they adorned it with 56 American flags, each emblazoned with the name of a United State, along with the six US territories, to represent America. I saw a picture  of it, and it’s nothing short of spectacular.

Stay with MSNBC, or switch to your laptop, and watch the lice streaming of the inaugural events. The Democrats pulled off a modern miracle in the way that they managed the Democratic National Convention. Hell, it may have made traditional conventions obsolete. But if you loved that, I’m willing to bet that the inaugural accents will blow your socks off. Enjoy it. All of it, you earned it.

And most importantly, don’t think forward! Don’t think about tomorrow, just relax, and live in the moment. Because sooner or later, tomorrow will get here, and you know what? It will be even better!

And when you get up the next morning? Take a deep breath, Relax. Open a window. Smell the sweet scent of the breeze. Listen to the birds sing. And when you think of Donald Trump, just think of the fact that the next time you see Trump on television, it will likely be him being perp walked out of Mar-A-Lago, or walking into state or federal court to face charges. The national nightmare is finally over.

Take my word for it. I’ll be 64 years old next month. I’ve learned a lot in my life, and the most important thing I’ve learned is that we all tend to ship over the sweetest moments, always looking forward to the next sweetest moments instead. Moments like this don’t come along very often. Do yourself a favor. Tale the time. Savor the moment. God knows, you’ve earned it. Here endeth the lesson

If you enjoyed this article, you might also like to check out President Evil, and the sequel, President Evil II, A Clodwork Orange . They comprise a pretty much daily report from the front of the 2016 GOP primaries, as well as the general election

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