There used to be a time in this country when you supported your political party without wavering. Those days are over for both parties.
Both the Republican and Democratic Parties are seeing loyalists asserting their independence and choosing to vote their conscience. The new recruits who Bernie Sanders awakened are hovering between the establishment choice—Hillary, Gary Johnson of the Libertarian Party, Jill Stein of the Green Party and of course, Donald Trump.
This presidential race has reminded me of an incident from childhood. It was one of those memories tucked away waiting for the right time to emerge in its brain chemical wash.
My grandmother was fond of saying:
“It makes no difference who becomes President. They all are about as full of it as your pet goose Charlie.”
We did not fully understand her reference until one night we decided to keep Charlie in our bedroom in our own clandestine fashion. We felt he was too lonely in his pen in the backyard. Spot, our beagle, found Charlie to be a nuisance and kept his distance from the poor fellow who liked to follow him around.
The next morning Charlie had relieved himself several times over the quilts, the floor, our shoes, clothes, etc. Then we knew what she meant “as full of it as your pet goose Charlie”.
Goose excrement to four children was not play dough. It smelt terrible and our bedroom was a toxic waste site.
I remember Spot sniffing the air at the bedroom door. He turned and ran down the stairs and asked to be let out. I think he stayed outdoors for most of the day as we cleaned up the mess without hazmat suits.
Charlie went back to his pen at night. However, it was not too long after this incident that Charlie got out of his pen and wandered into the road and was struck and killed by a car.
We were heartbroken since we had forgiven Charlie for his mishap in our bedroom. Spot seemed to be sad as well. He sat looking at Charlie’s pen for hours.
Grandfather never told us what he did with Charlie. When we were older, we discovered that Charlie was given to our neighbor for their Sunday dinner.
This special revelation did not give us much joy. We wondered how anyone could eat a pet, which began us on the road to vegetarianism.
After Charlie’s tragic accident, when presidential candidates were debating on the air, Grandmother would say poignantly with a sarcastic tone:
“Both of those guys have as much road sense as poor Charlie.” We comprehended that reference without grappling with her apparent meaning.
G. D. Williams © 2016
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