The Long Way Home 7.26.24 Northshore Journal
Three weeks ago, in this space, I wrote about this summer’s presidential debate featuring two grumpy old men. One of them, the 46th President, who was as white as Dicken’s ghost of Jacob Marley when he strode onstage, has removed himself from the race. That leaves us with the 78-year-old former president Trump as the last grumpy old man standing. He says we live in a hellscape of historic proportions, which seems to exist only in his fevered mind. And only he can save us. I shall exercise caution in my critique of the Republican candidate to avoid ending up in a Maga re-education camp in the future. A significant segment of our population, far from a majority, elevates the 45th President on a gold-plated pedestal. In true celebrity-obsessed fashion, they gush about the God-made miracle allowing his survival of a horrific but rather amateurish assassination attempt during a rally in Pennsylvania preceding the Republican National Committee's nominating convention. During...