Reflections on the 2026 mid-term election fallout, and a trip to rural Kansas to pay respects to the late Don Landoll…
I don’t consider myself political. An ideological type maybe, but not political.
But late at night last week Tuesday, my son, Drew, serving in the Middle East, texted to see if I was watching the mid-term elections. It was an unusual text from the 26-year-old Staff Sergeant, since most of our text banter since he’s left home centered on Milwaukee Brewers or wise-guy memories and movie quotes.
Still texting at 6:52 a.m. his time, he was in tune with what was happening back home 6,100 miles away.
Days later, Florida Gov. Ron DeSantis called the elections as “close to an extinction-level event” for the Republicans. Others called it a “Watergate-level repudiation and a rebellion” against the GOP.
I concluded our chat indicating that I hoped my son wouldn’t be “welcomed home” from his deployment to discover that socialism had taken over.
The Next Day
I awoke in an even fouler mood the next morning. Pondering the weight of what could happen next, I let it out. Would the America we knew be recognizable in the years ahead? The stoutness and character of our nation has been eroding underfoot for decades. Would there be anything left to stop it with the turning tide?
It wasn’t the loss of the seats that bothered me as much as what caused it, starting with the enormous error and arrogance of a White House I’d supported. The results show yet another indication that some young people have already given up on the dreams previous generations embraced for themselves.
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