One for the money, Trump for the show

I wake up, it’s November 6th the house is quiet and dark. There’s a chill in the air. 

I’m the first one up. I like it that way. 

I roll out of bed blindly navigating patches of open floor that are peeking through 2 dog beds and a sprawled out Irish Wolfhound. Our bedroom is a small one, and every morning is like a game of hopscotch.

The other 2 dogs have wasted no time stirring from their self appointed sleeping spots, and are waiting to be let out of the room for a pee and their morning feeding. Food first. Always food first for those two. 

I patter down the dark hall, turn up the furnace, dogs are already waiting at the food/linen closet. 

The Wolfhound has trotted full speed ahead waiting at the back patio door to be let out for his morning pee.

I grab the pre-filled food bowls and slide them onto the dining room floor.  The two old girls begin the feeding frenzy, loudly crunching away as their dog tags clang against their metal bowls.  Gone in moments- I don’t even think they tasted it. 

The kitchen tile is cold and the room is dimly lit by a small light on the range hood over the stove. It’s cozy and quiet. 

The room is filled with the glorious aroma of fresh coffee brewing when it dawns on me, today was the day we should find out who the new president of the United States is going to be, if it wasn’t too close - if there are no alleged discrepancies.. 

I turn on the tv. Shock, sadness and disbelief wash over my groggy brain.

Trump wins 2024 presidential election. 

Fuck.

Feeling powerless - but not hopeless

I believe he probably had diabolical plans in play to ensure this victory. 

Or the protest of his loss - Nay sayers are going to nay, but we all deep down suspect, it’s truth.

This Canadian's view from afar, is filled with disappointment, fear, and confusion.  How such a blatantly indecent human with his personal and political track record can be put back into this position of power?  

Those who drank Kool Aid.

Yes, it’s tasty at first, a craving for something out of the norm, perhaps.

Sweet on the tongue, but it’s just sugar, water, and some red dye 40. Nothing of any real substance and it’s nutritional value is shit. Nothing to sustain or nourish.

Freedom of speech - The American dream.

Anything is possible.

You got that right.

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A play list for this weeks mood

What's Up - 4 Non Blondes

Two for the Show - Trooper

Stuck In The Middle With You - Stealers Wheel

The Reaper - Blue Oyster Cult

All I Know So Far - Pink

Confetti - Charlotte Cardin

Creep - Radiohead

xo Tam

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