Frankly My Dear…

by Alan Eggleston

Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn. You’ll remember those were the final words of Rhett Butler to Scarlett O’Hara in Gone with the Wind. They’re also my words to pundits as we exit the convention phase of the 2016 presidential election and they already speculate on who might be running for the presidency in 2020. Ted Cruz is one name.

Head in Hands

Photo: Wikipedia. Creative Commons license.

Can we get through the 2016 election first before we even think about who is lusting after the office in 2020? Can we give whoever wins the presidency in 2016 a chance to work on the promises they have made and will make before we give a stage to those who will condemn them for a 2020 run? Can we give American voters and those who watch our elections from the outside a breather, a chance to catch up on the other parts of their lives, before we launch breathlessly into the next media-induced horse race?

Your crystal ball and rumor mill tell you politicians are already queuing up to run in 2020. Fine. Keep it to yourself, because frankly, it doesn’t matter right now. Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.

(c) 2016. Alan Eggleston. All Rights Reserved.


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