Probably the best gift that the voters of the State of Alabama could have given the GOP was the election of Doug Jones (D) to fill the Senate vacancy left by Jeff Sessions, who resigned to become US Attorney General. Roy Moore would have been an albatross, an injured one, a broken-winged one, or perhaps one merely so laden with (moldy) baggage that it could never have taken flight. Jones, on the other hand, must at least fraternize with the GOP and conservatives or decide that his only goal is to fill out the rest of Session’s term, because any candidate who is not Roy Moore will likely get the seat back for the GOP when the regular election rolls around.
One news site reports that 22,780 people wrote in University of Alabama head football coach Nick Saban as their candidate of choice. The tallies now are that Jones beat Moore by 20,715 votes. It is a reasonable assumption that all Democrats (and some Republicans) cast their votes for Jones, and that all those who wrote in Saban would have likely have voted GOP but could not bring themselves to vote for Moore. They certainly helped tip the election.
On another note, I read this with great pride in our former Vice President:
Joe Biden has made his share of gaffes, and likely expended his entire lifetime allotment. He had a few observable creepy moments, perhaps got touchy-feeley with a few women he would have been better to have stood at a distance from. but Joe got this one right.
Joe lost his son, Beau, to a Glioblastoma, a particularly aggressive brain tumor with a grim prognosis. John McCain was recently diagnosed with a Glioblastoma. John Mcain’s daughter is in the process of losing her father to the same disease that claimed Biden’s son. Biden offered her consolation and encouragement as only someone who has been through this situation could. I salute you, Joe Biden.
In the end, we are all human beings. We all have fears, pains, and hurts. We all need mentoring, instruction, and the occasional rebuke. Hopefully, we can receive correction when we need it by recognizing it was needed, mending our ways, gracefully admitting our wrongs, and repenting, going forth in growth and a new wisdom rooted in humility and the memory of our past failings.
I lost two friends to Glioblastoma in the last few years. First it starts stealing your ability to make your body do what you want it to. Then it steals your memory and your personality. Finally, it steals your life. It is a hard thing for a loved one to watch.
Joe Biden said that John McCain was one of his best friends. While we may differ on economic policies, and how governments should function, and political philosophies, there is no reason not to be friends, and if not friends in the true sense, then at least friendly and civil. We can all learn something from each other, if nothing more than a respect for how other people think. We can never truly know how other people think if we spend all our time talking. Occasionally, we need to listen without interrupting or offering our own critique. Everyone who does not think like us are not evil pariahs. Most are muddling through life just like you and me, some apparently better at it than others, but that may merely be an illusion.
The ones that are best at it may never say anything at all.
At least, the silent ones are thought wise.
I remember once being introduced to a Mr. SoandSo, who was a remarkably interesting man. I listened to his stories and anecdotes with rapt attention, mainly because they were very entertaining and part of a complex but fascinating life story. I listened. I listened some more. I can remember asking him to elaborate on a couple of things. I can remember being enthralled.
Several weeks later, I ran in to a mutual acquaintance who said that Mr. SoandSo had said he really enjoyed meeting me and had thoroughly enjoyed our talk. He said Mr. SoandSo was looking forward to seeing me again sometime. Mr. SoandSo had indicated that he thought I was a wise young man and an excellent conversationalist.
All I had done was listen.
It’s remarkable how merely listening can endear one to so many.
Sometimes listening is so hard. It is particularly hard when everyone is talking.
Can you hear me?
©2017 Mississippi Chris Sharp