On March 11, 2020, I posted about the end of the Democratic nomination race with Joe Biden’s Super Tuesday win.
No, Joe Biden wasn’t my first choice. He wasn’t even my second choice. But I’m not going to let my hurt fee-fees over losing Mayor Pete and Elizabeth Warren keep me from voting strategically next week to keep the magical transformation of the Democrats once in disarray into a solid and strong march to, as my grandparents once said, getting That Man out of the White House.
That was also the day the WHO declared Covid-19 to be a pandemic. We were already taking measures to prevent its spread, and we were thinking that it would last four to six weeks, but certainly it would all be over by the end of April. June? It would be distant memory.
Little did we know. More than 500,000 lives lost. A decimated economy. Years of recovery, not unlike after World War II, and it will most likely mean a change in the way we live our lives from now on.
Remember what it was like a year ago. Think of where we are now. Try not to imagine what it would be like if Joe Biden lost.