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Yesterday I viewed a lively podcast with Marc Elias and George Conway,who has also donated 1 million to Harris campaign.Conway spoke of watching the German(subtitled) movie Downfall about Hitler’s last days in the Fuhrerbunker to try to grasp what it was like when his ex was working in Trump’s bunker.Regarding the future of the RNC, Conway pointed out that Trump had moved the RNC to Florida and merged it with his campaign…and what happens to political campaigns after a candidate loses ?

In the mean time, trying not to “drink the poison” and GOTV.💙🇺🇸

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Gloria Horton-Young's avatar

Z. I remember seeing it in an art house theatre in Memphis.

Paranoia is certainly rampant these days. Last night, I found myself sitting in a bustling, upscale Las Vegas restaurant with our two closest friends. It was my first outing since my beloved cat passed away last Sunday. I hadn’t wanted to go, fearing that I might break down in tears, especially knowing they would want to talk about him. Yet their invitation was so kind and sincere, we couldn’t bring ourselves to decline. And yes, we did talk about the loss of my sweet boy. But somehow, the conversation drifted into familiar territory—once again, the looming presidential election.

Our friends, who recently donated over $1 million to the Democratic National Committee for various campaign efforts, shared their thoughts. Think about that—over $1 million. They are, like us, a married lesbian couple. And, fraught with worry over the results of the coming election. I had the honor of officiating their wedding, and my wife was matron of honor for her best friend. We’re incredibly close, bound by years of shared memories, but last evening we found ourselves locked in a heated debate—whether or not, depending on the election, we should leave the country.

Tentative plans linger in the air. We have penciled in a trip to New York for Thanksgiving, and we’ve loosely mapped out a drive to Utah for Christmas. But “tentative” feels like the key word, a fragile placeholder in a world filled with uncertainty. How do you make plans when everything could go sideways? How do you sit across from three people who either believe the worst is inevitable or nothing will happen and we are overreacting? Aching with grief, I was too exhausted to think about it yet agreed we should have a plan.

We sat there, disagreeing in hard, jagged language, teetering between hope and dread. What do we do next? How do we carry on with our lives when everything feels so precarious? Do we start making evacuation plans like we did 37 times while living in Southern California? Or do we wait, paralyzed by the coming election, hoping for a clear answer afterward? Will we, like those in World War II, find ourselves scrambling for escape from a regime borne of Project 2025?

Paranoia. What an ugly word.

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