It’s almost over! Another few weeks and we will have a new president. There will be winners and losers. Will the losers accept the loss and make the best of it? I doubt it! I hear that many businesses in large cities are boarding up and getting ready for riots. What’s happened to us?
Certainly, the political rhetoric has gotten more inflammatory over the years. Certainly, the journalistic divide between CNN, FOX and MSNBC stoke the fire. Certainly, the internet adds fuel and conspiracy theories to the mix.
Doomsday seems to be right around the corner. Anxiety is at an all time high! Remember the predictions of disaster with the beginning of the millennium. People prepared for disaster which never occurred. There have been lots of predicted disasters that failed to develop. Will this election lead to one disaster? Will we really become The Socialistic States of America? Will President Trump peacefully turn over the government if he loses? How high will taxes go up? Will the economy collapse? Will Covid prove to be the beginning of the end?
These are all questions I’ve heard my patients ask. No one will know the answers until we have arrived at our destination. Our destination is the future and, as always, nobody knows what the future really looks like. So, take a deep breath and try to relax. VOTE! For my former fellow Chicagoans, vote only once and only if you are alive.
Then, realize that every generation has had its own unique problems to conquer and we are no different. It’s almost over! Once the election is over, it’s up to us to heal the wounds and divisions that are dividing us. It’s up to us to put fear aside and work at normalizing our lives.
Now, more than ever, we need God to bless America.
Here is your joke for today and your music.
The year is 2028 and the United States has elected the first woman, as well as the first Jewish president, Sarah Goldstein.
She calls up her mother a few weeks after Election Day and says, “So, Mom, I assume you’ll be coming to my inauguration?”
“I don’t think so. It’s a ten-hour drive, your father isn’t as young as he used to be, and my arthritis is acting up again.”
“Don’t worry about it, Mom, I’ll send Air Force One to pick you up and take you home. And a limousine will pick you up at your door.”
“I don’t know. Everybody will be so fancy-schmantzy; what on earth would I wear?
Sarah replies, “I’ll make sure you have a wonderful gown, custom-made by the best designer in New York.”
“Honey,” Mom complains, “you know I can’t eat those rich foods you and your friends like to eat.”
The President-to-be responds, “Don’t worry, Mom. The entire affair is going to be handled by the best caterer in New York; kosher all the way Mom, I really want you to come.”
So Mom reluctantly agrees and on January 20, 2029, Sarah Goldstein is being sworn in as President of the United States. In the front row sits the new President’s mother, who leans over to a senator sitting next to her and says, “You see that woman over there with her hand on the Torah, becoming President of the United States?”
The senator whispers back, “Yes, I do.”
Mom says proudly, “Her brother is a doctor.”