Pardon the Les Miserables song reference, but isn't it apropos
to conjure up images of revolution in the hours before we Americans go to the
polls during this bizarrely contentious election cycle?
Here’s what it boils down to in my mind:
If politics are forever infected with false news, those who
would stop at nothing to erect as sacrosanct a partisan view of the truth, what
is the public interest? Or has it always been a hollow construct serving the
lie that there is validity in truth-seeking?
A T-shirt that is making the rounds in Trump America gives
me pause as I tap out these thoughts. ROPE. TREE. JOURNALIST. Some Assembly Required.
And so we vote. And if you think Nov. 9 will bring sunshine,
strawberries and a clear path ahead, then I’ve got a stone-arch bridge over the
East River I’d like to sell you.
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