Okay, everyone. This is going to be short and sweet. It is also going to be a serious apology.
I am currently a resident of Texas. I came here because our son and daughter-in-law, and their baby, live here as well. We didn’t have much to keep us in New Mexico (well, we did, but not grand-babies, which is way more important) so, one day a year back, we packed up and made our way here.
Life in this part of Texas is good. We’re just outside of Austin. Texas wildflowers in spring are breathtaking. And these people do Barbecue like nobody’s business.
That said, politically, a lot of Texas seem sort of…well…fucked up.
Case in point. Ken Paxton, our state AG, was the moving force behind the recent attempt to put the election into the Supreme Court and return Der Trump, that horrid little orange tapeworm, back into the White House. He had lined up something like 17 other AGs, all from Red States, in the same idiotic quest.
And it was idiotic. Those who know about such things tell me that it was a crackbrained attempt at the impossible…sort of like Lester Maddox’s bid to be president running as a third party candidate in 1976, but without as many chuckles.
But…there was always the awful chance that somehow he’ll pull it off. And even though he didn’t — the Supreme Court tossed the case with a cheerful snicker—he has further damaged American democracy by his baseless and faithless attempts to portray the election as somehow flawed.
So, my apology…
As a sort of Texan, and the grandfather of a real Texan…
I hereby apologize to you all.
Now, anyone know how to make a voodoo doll? One, say, in the shape of a certain Ken?
If so, I’ve got some extra long needles I’d like to employ.
Until next time…
Onward and upward.
PS ~ since I wrote this, I’ve learned that Paxton is under investigation by the FBI and probably local authorities regarding possible bribery and other crimes. There is even some speculation that he launched the suit to wangle a pardon out of Trump.
There is a word for this kind of situation.