Got My Country Back

With the election of Joe Biden and Kamala Harris as President and Vice President, I feel like I’ve got my country back. It was as if America was hijacked for four years by some hostile life force: Donald John Trump. Now I no longer fantasize about seeking asylum in Canada. I’ve been to Canada. I like Canada. (You know, except for the cold and the snow.) I’ve known some Canadians and I’ve liked them. Today however, instead of fleeing to Canada, I fantasize about stepping onto the stage at the Hollywood Bowl, looking at a pre-Covid packed house, and shouting into a microphone: USA! USA! USA!
 Although if I did that, I’d be afraid the Republican Party would sue me for copyright infringement. Not really. But it does seem like the GOP has the exclusive rights to that slogan and to the American flag. Democrats should not let that continue to happen. If you drive by a caravan of Trump supporters, sporting Trump and American flags, you should be well within your rights to roll down your window and shout: USA! USA! USA! It would be good if you had a Biden Harris flag hanging from your car, or the Trump caravan will think you’re supporting them.
That’s what happened to Kathleen and me on Saturday, November 7, the day Biden and Harris won Pennsylvania and thus the White House. We were driving on the 101 toward downtown LA, where there was to be a celebration for the Democrats’ victory outside City Hall. Along the way we encountered a caravan with Trump and American flags. So we donned our Black Lives Matter masks, and honked and waved at the Trump supporters. Other Biden backers were less polite, driving by the Trump caravan, honking and giving them a single-finger salute.
All of that may have been fun, but how do we now bring our country together? I don’t know. Maybe by fighting a common enemy: Covid 19. Or maybe by both sides recognizing that despite our many differences — over immigration, healthcare, global warming, etc. — we are all one United States of America: USA! USA! USA! ​