In my youth I never had eye issues.
In my youth I never had eye issues. My eyesight was more than perfect (20-15 as measured in my flight physical) so as I aged I never bothered to have them checked - I liked them brown. That was a joke folks.
For reasons I’ve long forgotten, somewhere in my early 40s I had an eye exam and was amazed at the results. The eye doctor put a gizmo up to my eyes and switched lenses back and forth while asking, “Is this better or worse?”
Every time the “right” corrective lens popped into place, my eye muscles immediately relaxed and the feeling was wonderful. Apparently I was expending a huge effort to internally correct ocular deficiencies.
That memory came to the surface in the wee hours last Wednesday morning when Donald Trump crossed the electoral college Rubicon. My reaction was similar to snapping the “right” emotional lens into place.
I didn’t realize how many internal adjustments I’d made leading up to this election. And over the course of the campaign - especially in these final weeks – I’d pretty much resigned myself to a Hillary Clinton victory.
I rationalized it was a natural, albeit undesirable progression of life and history. I told myself nothing is “forever.” I honestly believed her election guaranteed we’d pretty much go away.
I figured another four years of open borders and a national debt pushed north of $22 trillion foretold a very dim future. Combined with disintegration of our foreign stature and a virtual absence of immigration and visa controls, I figured our torch might flicker out.
As a defense against the gloom, I rationalized that my personal life probably wouldn’t be impacted given my age. I even developed the rationale that on a purely professional level, Clinton would help my business by increasing tax burdens, making my services even more necessary and valuable.
I experienced eye-exam déjà vu “all over again” to channel Yogi Berra. The moment I realized Trump had actually won, a tsunami of emotions exploded that I didn’t realize were being blocked by my self-serving rationalizations.
I was totally euphoric and still haven’t come down to earth. I felt like we’d dodged a killing asteroid like they do in science fiction disaster movies. “Whew” to the thousandth power!
Another surprise I’ve experienced is my genuine appreciation for the grace and class Obama has shown implementing the transition process. In fact, both he and Clinton have shown a facet of themselves I didn’t know existed. I learned something important.
January 20 can’t come soon enough. It’ll be pure joy to watch the new president begin to scrape away political excrement that has built up on vital institutions during the past eight years. The Department of Justice immediately comes to mind as needing extra scrubbing as does the Department of Defense.
I was never crazy about Donald Trump but definitely embraced his policies and absolutely adored the group of people with whom he surrounded himself. They’re of the highest quality and intelligence, and I’m drop-dead sure they’ll put the national Humpty Dumpty back together.
Have you noticed the dearth of crows lately? News organizations are probably eating them.
Otis Gardner can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.