“A house divided against itself cannot stand”. You know who, and he was wrong. Yes, the self-taught, first bearded US president, whose wife’s family owned slaves, the one who was in the first inaugural picture—with his future assassin standing above in the balcony—was wrong. We’re seeing every day that everything is divided: our state, our city, our neighborhoods, our house . . . and yet we stand. I love it. Turns out that a house divided not only stands, but it stands tall and is fun to watch. I don’t ever remember having as much fun watching an election come and go as this last one—not even 2016. Some people came out of nowhere, raised more money than God and still lost, others with no money, who nobody knew, won, just by being on the right ticket. Two days later, others still don’t know if they won or lost and it may be a week before they count all the votes. There was enough here for everybody. Good actors, bad actors, angry women, angry men, fun, fun, fun. Now we have a democratic house, a republican congress and a president that fights at the drop of hat and loves it. He even wears one occasionally, in case nobody else has one to drop. Reminds me of W.C Fields who always carried a flask of whiskey in case of snake bite . . . and carried a snake. So, be sure to stay tuned, I see many more fights and fun in the forecast. Speaking of fun, this Saturday we will meet at the Egg House (1622 W University Dr.). A lot of us want to try a different place, just for grins I suppose and the manager there says we can stay as long as we want.
A la hora de siempre.
¡Vive la différence, vive!