I’m trying to prevent myself from falling down the rabbit hole of conspiracy theories, but what is going on in the country couldn’t get any more dramatic or tense if penned by a Hollywood screenwriter. This is as good as life gets: “These are the good old days.”
The outcome of the election — and the fate of the nation — was in the hands of Philadelphia poll workers (who comprise to a large extent the strong black woman who, when called upon in the most trying of times, put an entire race of her broad back and pulled it through slavery and Jim Crow) where it should have been. Black woman are the heart, soul and backbone of the Democratic Party. She’s the one who in this election drug her lazy husband off the coach and made sure he voted too — and in state after state, it’s these highly networked woman of color who are the worker bees that get the job done, and gets it done in an manner so tight, so tamper-proof, that the results, the vote tallies they are compiling can withstand the highest degree of scrutiny.
So no one was going to rush them in doing their jobs, and it’s very well. It’s an established fact that poll results from precincts with large black populations are slower to come in for a variety of reasons. But primary among them is the fact that the workers in these polling places know the level of scrutiny their work is going to be subjected to, so they take the extra time to assure their outcomes are perfect. They can withstand all of the recalling anyone wishes to do; their numbers will stand up error-free.
But the slow, deliberate pace of the vote-counting had the additional benefit of keeping Team Trump pushed back on their heels and keeping the president twisting in the wind, much to the delight of most of those on the left who are intently enjoying watching history being made. The delay in declaring a winner had everything on hold. Biden can’t announce his own victory; that has to come from the media. And tRump’s people don’t whether to shit or go blind. And now that the verdict is in, they still don’t know what to do.
And speaking of the media, newscasters are having the time of their lives. They thank the poll workers for going so slow, which gave them more days with the eyes of the world glued on them as they appear onscreen. In newsrooms around the country, legends are being created, stories are unfolding that will become part of lore of the operations, and history unfolds right before our very eyes. Who didn’t want such a good feeling to last?
But you do know that we’re going to soon have to get down to the real work of rebuilding our damaged republic.
