And don't allow Clinton anywhere near the money. Doesn't Bush II learn anything about joining Clinton in fundraising?
When I was young and presidents united like this I thought it was neat. I felt lucky to have them all still alive and offering their unique wisdom gained from high office.
And now I feel only extreme distaste.
The feeling matches the mixed bag of feeling that arises from viewing homes that our family lived in. It's hard to explain the peculiar discomfort. Especially when others don't feel it. The itchiness comes from evolving past that. It's a 'that was then and this is now' feeling mixed with sadness about being a different person back then and in knowing none of that can be recaptured even if we did want to. The trouble is in the past. The particular good that occurred there is in the past. And the security and the insecurity of the now, that was then, is also locked in the past.
A friend drove me past a house that I lived in and lingered there even though I said that I didn't care to see it. He was more interested in noting changes than I was or ever could be. Then again, last weekend my brother stopped by our previous family home in the foothills because we were near it and to show his wife and their kids and I felt great discomfort with the gawking and the discussion. It's a beautiful home but I did not like being there, even as Alona and the kids were fascinated. James went on and on about the place and I couldn't get out of there fast enough and so relieved when we finally left.
Also, I couldn't believe the new owners have a big ass touring motor van parked in the front even worse than the one that my dad had. Taller and longer and wider and more gas guzzling. I argued with him about having it in the front driveway. I thought it must have made the neighbors angry having a huge white elephant just sitting there. A garish symbol of ostentatious opulence. And the new owners made the oversized driveway even wider right to the property line. My dad had already enlarged it ridiculously. Just to store their more massive white elephant. Money to burn so just burn it. It's truly an eyesore. And it changes the whole nature of the neighborhood. Seeing such a huge ghastly thing kept right in front of the house intensified my discomfort tremendously. No. You really cannot ever go home again. Good thing. Because I don't want to.
Same thing with these presidents.
We've evolved since then. Greatly changed. Their messages come pre-rejected. They have no idea how their entire view has been purposefully smashed and for very good reasons, and their expressions of what they think is desirable and them talking about not liking the voter's choices, their discomfort in how things are turning out, turning against their values, reminds everyone who insisted on those changes how wrenching it was to move on. And leave them behind. It's been a horrible divorce. To all you ex-presidents, you nagging ex-wives, take your alimony and shut up and leave us alone. And as far as your nearly dead presidents show, we paid more for your protection getting here and assembling than you raised for charity. So spare us your sermons. You're billing us to annoy us. While leaving the real work of rebuilding after hurricanes to street-level down to earth everyday and un-awarded Americans behaving as genuine Americans. True grit. You cannot even do a charity without also reminding us we made the right decisions.
And thinking about who these people beat for office makes everything even worse. Worst political class ever.