Alas, I was a lifelong Republican, though with the rise of rabid anti-gay fundamentalism and the suspicion of those who are not white, conservative, gun-loving, climate-change-denying, Christians, I cannot fathom what my political idols, Lincoln or (yes, indeed, this it true) Reagan would think about the rise of the Republican Party’s de facto nominee Trump’s “I’d like to punch him in the face” to the Senate’s refusal to even talk about or open for a vote the new Supreme Court nominee Merrick Garland, a patriot and good man if ever there was one.
What, Mitch McConnell won’t even speak with the man who ran the Oklahoma City bombing and Unabomber investigations? Has politics made the Republican Party more American than America itself? I rarely criticize politics in this way, but I feel so disgusted I can almost scream.
Leave it to those pesky #western106 folks to demand (ok, challenge us) to write a verse of the lousy song Home on the Range. Lousy insofar as I could never relate to the song at all; a home on the range never appealed to me. In fact, it downright terrifies me, but that is for another post. Perhaps.