How it feels to face US presidential elections (especially this one) / How I'd like it to feel
Walking down a street in Greenwich Village, bemoaning our likely choice—Trump or Biden—I happened on this old sidewalk tree. It seemed an all too apt metaphor: We are so constrained, our ability to grow and stretch so painfully bound and limited. Biden is far from what I'd hope for, but our only likely alternative is far, far worse. Hope for real change will have to wait.
I remember feeling that Obama was our cherry tree, spring hope. And look how They constrained him. I have no more faith, even in the Supreme Court!
So true...😔 And it's all in the corruption due to the desire for money and power.