You’re reading the sixth draft of today’s essay. I liked how earlier drafts were written, but not what they said. And what should top how.
Prompting today’s column was news that a man shot through glass at a mayoral candidate in Kentucky.
“I rise to announce my plans for public office,” earlier drafts said. “So, today, I mark my intent here as would a dog at a hydrant.
“I will not run for or accept appointment to any office – from the presidency to local school board.
“About now you’re thinking: ‘Who wants this clown anyway?’ You’re right to ask.”
But I couldn’t sustain a light tone. Not with:
“Die to be mayor? As Lyndon Johnson said in 1968: ‘There is division in the American house now.’”
Relax, I won’t seek office.
But I do respect elected officials who serve the whole public in good faith. I wouldn’t suggest they can’t make a difference – even if, increasingly, the service in public service is trampled by the selfish mob of demagogues, conspiracists and haters.
Go forth, good servants. I’ve got your back.
There are hardly enough anti-psychotic drugs in the world to deal with the batshit crazies out there.