Home is the hunter, home from the hills

So I’m back – anything happen while I was gone?

I see that the nation is ready to return to “normalcy”. Greenwich voters went for Biden by 9,000 votes, and Greenwich Republican Chairman Dan Quigly explained why: “[T}he people who really voted for [Trump] to become president are the people in middle America, not the people in Greenwich …” So, back to the days of Gin & Tonic Republicans, where the elite of both parties get along, and business as usual returns. Silicon Valley execs get back their access to cheap Asian labor and Chinese markets, the M&A boys can resume buying up companies, shutting their factories and shipping manufacturing to the Third World, Washington insiders can resume their seats, and the yokels will again be promised that they can get whatever they’ve ever wanted, for free, because those same billionaires who have regained power are going to agree to pay for everything, this time — really. Promise.

In Portland, where restaurants have lost 30-60% of their business, the citizens voted to finish them off by raising the minimum wage to $18 an hour. “Everyone will be rich now, because magic”.

There’s lots of magical thinking going on, and, at least for now, I don’t care. My children voted for it and believe in it, and if I was willing to let them discover the truth about the Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus for themselves, why make a pest of myself now?

And if I’m willing to let my own children go their way, I’m even less inclined to worry about the country itself. Empires and nations rise and fall, and yet the world goes on. I have no control over our country’s future, and at my age, I’m okay with that. Upon regaining access to the Internet yesterday, I started prowling some of my favorite political blogs and quickly stopped, because I realized I just don’t care.

I also don’t particularly care about Greenwich real estate, but that’s ostensibly my business, and I see that some noticeable sales occurred last week. I’ll get to them, as soon as I finish cleaning my guns.