Day Fourteen

Two big deals from last evening: the many things exposed about Trump by Savannah Guthrie’s way-to-go-girl questioning of him on NBC, and Republican Senator Ben Sasse speaking the truth about who and what Trump really is. Both, together, could end up being additional nails in Trump and the Trumpublicans’ coffin on election day. So far, with 18 days to go, this has been a politically brutal last two and a half weeks for them, since the first disastrous debate on September 29.

I’m reminded of a wonderful song sung by Pete Seeger: God Bless the Grass: “God bless the grass that grows through the crack. They roll the concrete over it to try and keep it back. The concrete gets tired of what it has to do, It breaks and it buckles and the grass grows thru, And God bless the grass.——God bless the truth that fights toward the sun, They roll the lies over it and think that it is done It moves through the ground and reaches for the air, And after a while it is growing everywhere, And God bless the grass.”

I was interviewed about this fast a couple of days ago by Josh Fox for his show on the The Young Turks network, and at one point he asked me if I thought that, if Trump is defeated, we could really bring about significant change under Biden. I said yes, because Biden is not even close to being like Trump, and because of the strength of the progressive Left, as reflected in the Sanders and Warren campaigns, the incredible breadth and power of the Black Lives Matter upsurge after George Floyd’s murder, and other examples.

That’s why I am fasting, because I can see a new day coming for this country and this world, I really can, despite all the lies and “concrete” we have been contending with the last four years. The truth is coming out, and the people are rising, as shown by the massive turnout of voters in early voting around the country.

But it’s not time to coast; it’s time to keep pushing to get even more people to come out and vote. Everything hinges on a massive voter turnout.

Healthwise, I’m doing OK. I’m pretty stable, with today’s blood pressure reading again being just fine. I wouldn’t say I’m feeling good; I’m not. Every day feels like another day to grit my teeth and slog through towards that time, two and half weeks from now, when I can begin consuming something that actually has taste to it and that gives me energy. If I let myself, I can really long for that day, that time, which will be the evening of election day after the polls have closed. Until then I plan to hold on and keep the faith, growing through that concrete as high as I can.