After the Election – Part 2

This is the less-fun part of what I had planned. Here, I’m going to try and run through what is, I think, the ultimate best-case scenario of the second Trump administration. I’ll try to discuss it with the mindset of what I think the Democrats could do to improve their position with the voting demographics that they lost ground with and what that means for their national scale. For the sake of my own sanity and well-being (which, as of November 12, is hanging on by a thread), I’m not going to dwell too deeply on what I think of as the most-likely outcome of this (which is Trump and his cronies remake the electoral process in such a way that the GOP is now the only realistic federal power broker), but that might be something I have to write out just for my own therapy, even if I don’t post it. So, here we go.

As I see it, the Trump electorate (and others, as we’ll see) can be split into four segments:

  1. The dyed-in-the-wool MAGA crowd;
  2. Evangelicals and Protestants following the recommendation of their community, regardless of whether or not they, individually, believe what Trump is selling; and
  3. The people who only care about the price of goods they see in front of them. (In consultant terms, I believe this would be “low-engagement voters.”)
  4. The apathetic vote

You’ll have some individual segments outside of that (California ideology types; New Hampshire libertarians; etc), but those, to me, are the base of who turned out to vote for Trump.

If I were a strategist for the Democratic party, I’d essentially write off the first two segments. In my previous post, I wrote about how the Harris campaign’s strategy (a continuation of federal-level Democrat strategies since time immemorial) focused on appealing to moderates and conservatives and how that is, at its core, a flawed if not pointless attempt at courting a group of people who do not care about what you’re selling. It’s like trying to sell a car to someone who cannot legally buy a car. Those two segments – MAGA and Evangelicals especially – are essentially dyed-in-the-wool Republicans. There are, of course, a substantial amount of non-evangelical Protestants set who are more open to your message, but they’re likely already going to vote for you and don’t need to tune in to your convention.

Rather, the Democrats need to focus in on group three: The people who are going to be most brutally shut-down by the very economic policies they’re voting for. In order to do that, the Democrats need to take a look at what those people want, where they’re getting their information, and think long and hard about how they can engage them at a local level. For despite all the Democrats’ messaging about grass-roots organizing and small donors, they don’t seem to be getting their pitch for President across. You can knock doors, you can buy TV ads, you can do everything in your power to get across to them using traditional means, but at the end of the day, the people who get sticker shock when they go out to buy candy as a small reprieve from the horrors of the world won’t want to vote for a person who doesn’t speak their language.

But before we get into that, we have to explain why this is even worth doing, rather than what the Democrats are seemingly stuck on doing: Eating the progressive wing of the party. Right now, at this very moment on November 12, people are responding to AOC’s Instagram post asking for their reasons for splitting a ticket. And that is exactly what happened across the country: A lot of voters split their tickets. They voted for progressive policies like enshrining abortion rights and then turned around and voted for the very people who are trying to take away those rights. What those people are saying seems to be similar: They don’t trust what the Democrats are selling because it’s too polished. AOC’s constituents who split the ticket between her and Trump said that they like her and Bernie because the two of them talk to them at their level and their concerns. Harris, for all intents and purposes, did not. If you were really paying attention, she did, but most people don’t pay attention to that degree. Most people, they get off of work and they’re exhausted. They have responsibilities to attend to or they’re too dog-tired to do anything but veg out or listen to something brainless (i.e., Joe Rogan). They don’t have time to sit there and watch rallies, or listen to debates. That’s just not the way life in the 21st century operates.

But you know who gets that and shows up, and talks in common-sense language about the problems people are facing? The progressive wing. AOC, Bernie, Rashida Tlaib? These are people who keep getting re-elected to their districts even as the American electorate apparently shifts to the hard right at the Federal level. And, even though he is remarkably full of shit, Trump speaks at a level people can understand. (Kind of. Sometimes. Most of the time it’s a rambling, incoherent mess, but surprise, surprise, CNN didn’t spend nearly enough time talking about that as they did covering Biden’s stutter, so here we are.) Their voting base feels a connection with them and knows that, at the very least, they’re not mainstream politicians, which they respect.

This is, further, borne out in some of the surprises across the country. Surprises like the one city council race in deep-red Kentucky where an openly transgender candidate was elected. This is, admittedly, a sample size of one, but it does show that such things are possible. You can get progressive, marginalized people elected at the grass roots level if you are willing to stick your neck out on the line and support them.

As another indicator of this, in my town of Portland, voters brought in a surprisingly progressive city council. (This might partly be a result of people not voting down-ballot, but, in my opinion, I think that view assumes that people have a conservative slant and were too flummoxed to vote with the new rank-choice voting system, which I disagree with. But that’s another essay.) The new councilors showed up in multiple venues, threw parties, talked to people in neighborhoods, and schmoozed in a way that you don’t typically see from candidates. The new mayor, too, showed up at the recent Book Festival early on and just quietly hung around, letting people come up to talk to him for a quick chat and made connections that way. It was a surprising blind spot for a lot of other candidates: One of the points of Portland’s pride is Powell’s Books – the city loves books! Why didn’t you show up to the damn book festival, bud? Schmucks, I tell you.

All of this, then, leads me to wondering what, exactly, the Democrats could possibly do to win over the “apathetic vote.” (This, of course, assumes that we will have a free and fair election in four years’ time, which is very much in doubt.) Well, those thoughts will be in part 3. And apologies in advance, but that one’s going to be much, much longer.

Riding The Bus

You meet some interesting folk on the bus, and that’s why I think more people should use public transit. See, you may do your commute by driving, and that’s fair enough—but all you’re doing is sitting and taking in information that’s been pre-processed by writers, producers, DJs, music producers, or whatever other hoops something has to go through in order to get on the air. You’re not experiencing all of the glorious, insane aspects that makes up humanity.

Take, for example, the time I was on a bus going from downtown Nashville to my home. I was sitting, reading A Dance With Dragons when a man stops in the aisle next to me. He was about 5’6”, wore what looked like a safari outfit minus the hat, and had what can only be described as a twitchy face. “Excuse me,” he said, “are you Jewish?”

Now, I’ve been living in The South long enough to know that most people who ask this don’t want to engage you in a debate about Rashi’s commentary. More often, they want to share the hilarious joke they heard on Family Guy, thinking that because it’s about Jews, you’ll find it hilarious. So, instead of saying a hearty shalom aleichem, I said, “Why?”

“Well, you look Jewish,” he said.

“Why?”

“Oh. I think it’s your glasses.”

I nodded. “Huh,” I said. “Okay then.” I went back to reading.

Or, take what happened to me this morning.

I was drained, right? Game 6 of the Series was a rollercoaster, and I really needed some sleepy time on the bus—alas, I did not get the sleepy time. For when the bus turned into the Park & Ride center, a woman and her three year-old son got on. Mind you, this was at about eight in the morning. For whatever reason, both of them were screaming their lungs out.

The woman was screaming because she seemed to be one of those people, I believe, who are incapable of not speaking in an inside voice. Perhaps she grew up in a large household, where the only way to get attention from parents was to shout. Or maybe she was just crazy. Or had a power breakfast, if you get what I’m saying.

Anyway, the kid was screaming because that’s what children do. It is a well-known fact that children are born screaming and, until they are fifteen, they do not stop screaming. Some cities, I’ve heard, have noise ordinances that bar children from being in public during daylight hours because Jesus Christ, some people have shit to do during the day, and they don’t want to have to hear the shrill calls of children.

I kept my head down and the Shostakovich up. I was certain that if I concentrated on the symphony, I would be able to block out the noise. Nope. That was incorrect. The woman sat down in a seat behind and to my left and immediately started screaming at the child. “I swear to Jesus, boy, you need to be quiet. There are people on this bus who probably don’t have babies and they do not want to hear you screaming no you can’t have a drink because you’re screaming you need to BE. QUIET.” The kid, of course, did not stop screaming. “I swear, boy you almost make me regret having kids, but I don’t.”

That’s when I gave a deep, rattling sigh and turned up my Metallica.

She continued addressing… I don’t know. The air, maybe. Maybe she was talking to someone, but if so, I couldn’t hear their response over my music—which was playing at full blast. I could still hear the woman, though, and this is what she said.

“I don’t know why people don’t want to have kids I looooove having kids. Think I’m gonna have a couple more when he gets too old. Just keep poppin em out. You know I look at people what make twenty million dollars a year and ain’t got but one or two kids and I say, ‘Shit, I’m gonna have more kids for you,’” she burst into laughter. “You can’t never have too many kids and you know it.”

Her child then began screaming again.

“Shut up you can’t have a drink you been drinkin too much this morning anyway. You gonna piss yourself and, what, you think I ain’t noticing that you got your pants all down your ankles. Pull them back up cause these folks don’t wanna see your butt.”

I desperately wished that my iPod could go to 110% volume, just to see if that was enough.

We were on the Interstate at this point, and she kept scream-talking to her child. I managed to zone out just a little bit until we hit the Church St. exit, where my iPod’s battery ran out of charge and I was privy to her conversation with the woman seated directly behind me:

“You a single mom?” The crazy lady asked.

“No, I don’t have children.”

“That may be good, but it’s unnatural. It’s not in God’s plan. Girl you gotta find yourself a man, cause that’s the way God wants it to be it’s only natural. Tell you what else ain’t natural: People walkin around being single all the time. You ain’t making nothing better for yourself or others when you doing that. You gotta go with God and find yourself a husband or wife and get kids.

“It’s like I know how you don’t wanna work, but you do because you ain’t got a man. Just like a man don’t wanna do dishes, you know? Girl, that’s the way it is supposed to be.” She turned her attention back to her child. “Will you shut up no one wants to hear you scream? Shit.”

Now, I told you all of that to prepare you for this:

Chiggers Are Assholes

Pictured: Asshole.

So I did something this past weekend that I normally don’t do: I went on a nature walk.

I normally don’t do that sort of thing because I–like every member of my generation–am addicted to the Internet, and while I can access it on my smartphone, it’s pretty difficult to open fifteen different tabs on the Android browser.

There’s also the horrible Tennessee summertime heat and humidity that make going down the street for a tea a trial. Seriously, it’s close to Houston in terms of ungodliness. The heat index yesterday, for example, was 115 in Houston. It was 105 in Nashville. That’s insane. That’s actually–and I’m serious–enough heat and humidity for a person to boil an egg on the street and sweat enough to not have to go to a sauna. Ever. You will never have to go to a sauna because all of the sweat you will ever have in your life will drip out of you in the short time you’re outside.

And then there are the bugs.

I’ve heard that deeper in the South, the bugs are worse, but considering the size and amount of bugs in Tennessee, I have no desire to go south of Nashville. I’ve seen mosquitoes so big you’ll think you’re stuck in the Jurassic period. I’ve seen mosquito hawks–you know, those big fuckers that get stuck in your house and keep bumping into the ceiling because they can’t do anything else–the size of helicopters.

But those aren’t the bugs I want to talk about today. I want to talk about the supreme assholes in the insect kingdom (family?): Chiggers.

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