Admit it, you were beginning to feel tingles of excitement. This year, your vote was going to count, for the first time ever, perhaps. Your inbox was filling with solicitations to donate, to volunteer. Snatches of political gossip fluttered about you like the flappings of moths, as you went about your day.
Trump this! Sanders that!
Be honest, these are the only two you heard anyone talking about.
California, on the verge of 1968 all over again. Minus the assassination. (We hope)
All the old rules were in the wind.
Our two districts in the Valley were about to be hotly contested battlegrounds in which twelve precious delegates were to be dispersed, six for each party. Twelve! Like a jury pool, we waited in attention, preparing for the deluge. The fate of the country, down to us, on the final day of the primary season. One felt so enfranchised…
Yesterday, Other People, ahead of us in line, settled it. Boo!
Now we’re stuck with two candidates who are the subject of “#never” campaigns as the presumptive nominees. If you vote for Trump are you voting for or against the Republican party? It’s unclear. If you vote for Hillary you are voting for Wall Street. But she swears you’re not. What if you’re a double never, and earlier vowed, rashly, to support neither? What now to do?
You can put your palms together and come to center and bring a measure of order to the chaos of the world.