Chill Out, America!

This is the longest, most contentious election I have every seen (about 600 days, more or less), and it sometimes seems that politics has descended into the level of monkeys throwing poo. Bad simians! Were Neanderthals so repulsive in their politics? I'm totally bummed out with this choices the general rudeness, and the nastiness. We need to spend the rest of the year getting our collective acts together; because for better or worse (hopefully better) we're going to live together.

And stop this red state - blue state crap! Guess what? We're all Americans, no matter where we live or what is our color or accent.

We celebrate Halloween, Christmas, and whatever occasion calls for a drink. We bitch about taxes and traffic, and live our lives of contentment or quiet desperation, as our mood suggests.

Last week we celebrated our true National Sport: baseball, ending with a final World Series game of legendary impact. This, folks, is America as we would like it to be. Yes, two perennial losing teams made it all the way. The winner, the Chicago Cubs, finally won after 108 seasons. 

But the other team, the Cleveland Indians, was very much a winner too!

And I think we should look at our recent election in the same way. Millions of U.S. citizens participated in our rite of continuity of government. No, we don't have hereditary kingships or queenships. Thank God. We get to vote each time. No coups, no juntas, no putsches, no shenanigans (well . . . .maybe in Chicago). And I'm confident that President and Mrs. Obama will leave the White House at the appointed time, and the new First Family settles in. Possibly with relief, who knows?

And I'm sure the process of orderly succession will continue. It's our national strength. As well as our National Experiment working.

So my thought is, it's time to chill out, to mend fences. And stop all that carping, backbiting, and acting metaphorically like those monkeys.

Have a beer, hamburgers or tacos, and enjoy sex with a spouse or friend. And thank whatever God you subscribe to that you are an American! Cause, people, we kick ass!

Don't give up on that. Don't threaten to flee to Canada or the Isle of the Blest or whatever fantasy you're into. We know you're just being full of bovine manure. Americans don't punt on first down.