It's 4:52 on Thursday morning and I would have blogged earlier - because, as the three or four of you suspected, I've been up for a couple of hours - ... But I've been dinking around Twitter and Facebook and the internet following the growing Trump-Hillary rhetoric.
Following his huge primary victory here in Indiana, Trump still saying that he'll deport Mexicans and keep Muslims out, build a wall, increase waterboarding, etc.. The Hillary rhetoric seems to be all about attacking Trump and not necessarily offering an alternative vision. When it's all said and done, will it really directly matter to your life and to mine who the hell the next president is?
For me, it will certainly matter if I can get an interview with either one of them. But for the three or four of you and 300 million other Americans, it may be more of a sporting match than life changer. Fun to watch, but when it's done you go back to work and worry all day about paying the mortgage.
So how did you like the show yesterday? As soon as we reiterated what Verlie said six days ago on the show - you don't need a Confederate flag or KKK cross, just put a Trump sign in your yard - all hell broke loose. If I was a more diligent morning radio host, I'd tag together the angry phone calls (from both sides of the Trump issue) so the three or four of you could listen again. It was tough, hardboiled discussion about race in the race, so to speak. Racism, hatred bubbling over on morning AM in the middle of the country. Takes a lot out of you, but in the end at least we're talking these days about things that people didn't talk about as recently as a few months ago.
Do we have Trump to thank for that? Kind of. But what's really disconcerting, if the three or four of you listen to the podcast that I've yet to produce, is that people are so freaking angry. Verlie was angry, Mad Mac was angry, MX was angry, John from Lowell's angry. White people, black people... angry. Not necessarily Hispanics, which is kind of odd when you think about the stuff Trump's saying. By the time the show was over yesterday, I had to do something to clear my mind.
So I played JEDgolf at Wicker Park in the morning in about 35 minutes... and then later when the anxiety started girgling in my throat again, I ran nine holes at Centennial in Munster. Still, almost 24 hours later, I've got this sense of yuk in my gut from all of the dissatisfaction and bewilderment and, yes, hate that people expressed yesterday. It's out there, part of our fabric. Let's talk about it... but not too much. My stomach's upset.