Election Night

It is a night to celebrate for some, for others to Boo with big white mouths.

But there is something cynical and sad now. I don't think anyone thinks that anything will ever change. We are entrenched.

The strange thing about being entrenched is how cementy that is.

Maybe the French are right. (Maybe?) Plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose.

If human nature is such that there are the individualist warriors and the warm hearted sharers who don't see eye to eye, while the looser types are open to new experiences while the traditionalists are busy with their due diligence, while the money ravenous types get up every day to collect more acorns as the less-than-engaged types enjoy a sunny moment feeling sort of fused with nothingess, well, I mean, how can we change any of that at the voting booth, really?

If we are to invent a new political party, to infuse newness, I would say it should be a moderate party. Let's call it The Democratic Party and bring in all the moderate Republicans. And let's give their old moniker to the Far Right. Let them have the name, the G.O.P.

I look forward to this new New York City mayor. It's been a long time since we've had a softer guy. Though, Bloomberg wasn't so bad. But the CashSuckZombies that have devoured Manhattan, well, it is a horror movie and I do hope things get more fun around here. But maybe horror never goes away. I bet it doesn't.