Election day, to the extent it hasn’t been election month since the notion of election day seems almost archaic, is upon us. Don’t ask who I’m voting for. I won’t tell and there’s no reason in the world why you should care. Half the guys at Volokh Conspiracy have given their votes, some even explaining their choice of the least despicable candidate. Like them, I too vote for the second worst candidate. Who that is, to me, shouldn’t matter to you.
What does matter is that watching the campaign from the seat of disgust enables me to see the choices uncolored by belief. What I see are two sides that look remarkably similar in many ways, combined with their denial that they’re anything like the other side. I see hypocrisy and lies, ignorance and self-dealing, all wrapped in a bow of utter bullshit. What I see is the inability of people who pretend to be smart enough to pick a president incapable of understanding why anyone would pick the other person.
That is worse than the choice itself, that people cannot fathom how anyone can see virtue, or not see outrage, in any choice but their own. More than anything else, this characterizes what America has become. And whether we can be bigger than this, overcome this, is the question to be presented tomorrow.
The Clinton supporters call Trump supporters haters. Indeed, the New York Times, ever blind to any thought but their own self-righteousness, leads off its conciliatory editorial with this gem: Continue reading →