Loopy

Here it is--Smalltown U.S.A.  Middle-class, working-class.  Dick and Jane America.  This is who the dems say they want to help.  This is who will vote for Trump.  

It's what we call a conundrum.  

I didn't watch the 2nd night of the convention.  I didn't watch the first night, either.  But last night's speeches have gotten a lot of attention.  I've seen clips of Biden, of AOC, of the Obamas and Hillary.  Rapper L'il John.  I may not have that name right.  I've read about Sanders.  

Polarizing.  Red meat for Smalltown.  

"But I thought this is who they were saying they wanted to help."

"Yes.  They want to help them with change."

There it is.  The whole dilemma.  

I'm sick of getting political memes.  But they keep coming to my inbox every day.  

O.K.  I was just trying to justify the photo.  I have nothing else, so I had to think quick.  But it's true, isn't it?  You know in your heart of hearts why you will be voting for who you will be voting for.  

I'm tired.  I've been up late too many nights in a row.  I have a few more to go.  I will definitely have a nap today, but I need a full night of sleep.  This morning, for reasons unknown, the lyrics to "Crying Time" were on loop in my head.  

It's crying time again, 

You're going to leave me. 

I can see that far away look in your eye.  

I can tell by the way you hold me, darling. 

That it won't be long before it's crying time.

I don't like the song, so it is really weird that I keep thinking these lyrics.  I decided to look to see if somebody did a better version of the song than the traditional arrangements.  Nope.  Not that I could find.  Maybe there is no way to make the song more interesting.  But those lyrics. . . what's up with that?  I don't even have a girl.   

Yea, I need more sleep.  I need a lot of things.