Sometimes you can’t just bite your tongue and move on. This is one of those days. The political primary scene changes so much it’s worse than watching a tennis match and having no clue who will win. Sanders is surging forward in the Democratic contest, yet I hear conflicting reports about why he will win and why he won’t. Increasingly, in spite of his wonderful ideals, I hope he doesn’t. That nice genial man who started the campaign has turned more than a bit mean-spirited toward Hillary, and in some areas—foreign policy—he’s demonstrated a concerning lack of knowledge. Granted, his concern has always been domestic, and Lord know our domestic situation needs help. But I have long hidden a doubt about his ability to turn domestic dreams into reality, and now I’m a bit more concerned.
On the Republican side, Donald Trump’s crudeness, misogyny, and lack of any knowledge of either foreign or domestic policy seems to have him sliding in the polls. After all, Cruz took Wisconsin (I don’t even know if that’s a big thing or not but his supporters sure act like it is). Still I hear so many voices saying Cruz scares them more than Trump—the latter is what he is, blustering, outrageous, loud and crude. But Cruz is a much subtler threat—mean, conniving, deceitful, a religious zealot.
In all this I am afraid John Kasich gets overlooked. He’s not good copy like his two rivals. Instead he seems calm, reasonable, a middle-of-the-road guy, a moderate. Not so. Listen carefully to what he says. He’s really negative on women’s rights, and he wants so shut down social security—says we seniors will get used to living without it. Really? When it’s almost half my monthly income? I don’t think so, John. And it’s our money—we paid into it. The government owes us a bunch in that fund, and neither Congress nor the president have the power to take it away. I’m afraid Americans will breathe a sigh of relief if a brokered convention gives Kasich the nomination—not a good thing. Apparently the GOP will not consider candidates who didn’t run in the primary, but that still leaves Rubio, Carson, and Jeb Bush. Jeb could be like big brother W., winning by default.
It’s a conundrum and leaves my head spinning, but I confess I follow it closely. I’m not one of those who can turn off the TV until after November. The future of our country is too important.
On an unrelated notes: you know the food is good when you go back to the same restaurant two nights in a row and order the same thing: a swordfish sandwich. Press Café with its wonderful green setting on the river gets my vote. It was windy tonight so we ate inside and watched all the young happy hour people clustered around the fire pit in their outrageously high heels and short dresses—which the wind whipped about. Noisy inside but bearable. And the sandwich was so good. Have half for tomorrow’s lunch.