Liz Cheney's appearance with Harris in Ripon yesterday was inspiring. It was maddening, too.
As long as I live I will never fully comprehend it. There should have been a line of honest and wise men a mile long standing behind Cheney on Thursday. But their cowardice, their venality, their shameful abdication of responsibility only served to make this moment in Ripon more powerful.
Frankly, the number of my neighbors currently rocking Trump signs has me frustrated. I've lost respect for people that are still willing to stand behind that traitorous bastard. I try not to let politics get in the way of personal relationships usually but, I can't help it. I know who the brainwashed morons on my street are at least I suppose.
That's a common thing living in Illinois anywhere south of Chicago. Not sure how many realize how red Illinois would be if not for Chicago. At least their signs show me who not to respect.
Here in California, there aren't any signs. I remember who had them in 2016 and 2020, but it's actually kinda weird to be this deep into an election year with basically no political signs for national candidates.
I don't just mean the yard signs either. There aren't even any billboards.
Every single sign I see I say to myself, "You are a monster". Because that is what voting for him means to me. That you are ok with the things he has done. That you excuse it. That you don't care. That you have done some mental gymnastics to ignore the truth that he is a monster and by enabling him, you are a monster too.