Dearborns in the Headlights
A week to go, they tell us, with those number rolling around on the bottom, faster and faster the closer to where we sit at the Big Pink white Patio table. The selfie Splash took still glowed on the tablet on the table, though on “low power.”
You could see the velvet was still on the horns, so he wanted to capture it before next week when everything gets scrubbed down to bare bone.
His note was about Dearborn, Michigan, a community sharply divided between the old muscular Polish one we knew and the vibrant Palestinian community that in one generation now runs it. There was an asterisk logo onscreen in Red from Legal, so we clicked on it.
“You can frame the Last Week of the Electoral Pageant that we have any advocacy on the messaging items going on.” We weren’t sure if it was specific in address, and we have done the inadvertent “reply to all” mistake before, so here is group a shot at what a table of semi-representative post-middle age people, male, female, Veterans, Executives and Intern-age assertive folks who are not aware of what is going to hit them smack-on.
So, the deer in the headlight selfie? That sums the week. Many of the older people in the image voted long ago and now are concentrated on commuting times to medical appointment is there are civil disturbances in the wake of the election. So, that framed things as the screen on the tablet went “inactive” and Orien’s stars rose over the tower above The Patio.
There was other stuff to talk about- the Washington Post turning Right Wing under Jeff Bezos and the staff apparently in a mutinous mood. The bellicosity in Ukraine fading a bit with NATO’s failure to step up to Kyiv’s pleas for weapons.
And Israeli’s succinct warning to Iran with precision strikes that could also be delivered to Tehran desktops. And the third new leader in the Proxy down in Beirut, since the last two have been killed in the last eight weeks. So, you can imagine this is sort of personal.
So, this morning here? Great clear sky and a great constellation looking down who has seen this sort of nonsense before. He is looking at one of our brief pivot points here in Arlington, Virginia, and where you are seated right now.
The funny part is that the election part in a week has already been decided someplace. The question for them is to have an accurate view under these stars so action can be taken.
There are a couple opinions about what those might be, and we made room for Davis, the guy who took over his Dad’s laundry service when he passed last year. He is concerned about a Hassidic property issue we do not claim to understand.
In the discussion before the large blue bag was hurled into the back on his van, we agreed, generally, that whatever happens next week, and what was decided to do it, will be accompanied by more noise we are not going to pay and more attention to than our own.
We are saving the latest Chinese romantic allegations about one of the secondary candidates to save in the P. Diddy-style scandal file. We can talk about those sorts of things once we find out who gets the nuclear shoe box in the office across the big ochre-colored River from Big Pink, You know?
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