I live near the ocean. I am just a few blocks from the port with the largest fishing fleet in the country. There are beaches and coves, all of which are obviously near the water if not filled with it.
I know what a wave looks like.
I keep hearing references to the Blue Wave expected to turn the country blue in the upcoming midterm elections.
But then when I look at polls, peruse charts and graphs, and watch the omnipresent talking heads on cable, the phrase that constantly comes up when a Democrat, a Democratic Socialist, a Progressive, or a woman is opposing the conservative Republican candidate or incumbent is that in straw polls or surveys, the Democrat, Democratic Socialist, Progressive, or woman is inching closer.
Waves do not inch onto the shore.
They crash on it.
Presently while people are crowing that this November will shake things up and will be consumed by a blue wave, this inching shows that talk still remains cheap, and action is an unknown.
The projected blue wave seems only to be a trickle at the moment, and feeling good and hoping for the change is useless until voting day comes up and people vote.
Losing by a few points is still losing, and no change will come with the phrase, “well. at least we were close this time.”