We moved to a tropical locale way south of the border to get away from all of the dirty politics and divisive narratives in the States. When we tune into cable news, we are horrified at how toxic life is back there, and it’s only escalating as the Presidential campaign madness shifts into high gear. I used to work in Hollywood as a business affairs exec, and thought I’d seen it all. That was child’s play, hands down.
So here we are in a small gated community of 6 homes. Once we got out from under the oppressive domination of the builder/developer, we were home-free, right? Just six like-minded expats enjoying the peace and tranquility of a beautiful environment with nothing more to worry about than where to eat for dinner.
Not even close. It’s even worse now because at least when the builder was involved, we all shared a common enemy. Now the enemy lies within. We are living under the constraints of a Vivek Ramaswamy wannabe, who is motivated by absolute power without regard to social amenities or community harmony. How did this even happen? Our little Vivek is in it for the power and the glory, and his hunger is insatiable. I mean, how do you whip the vote in a community of 6 homes? It would be hysterical if it weren’t so pathetic, with consequences we have had to live with for over three years.
Do we move deeper into the wilderness, far, far from the madding crowd? It’s a possibility, but not a likely one. Or, do we learn how to live with the less-than-ingenuous folks that are taking over the planet? One gated community at a time? It’s a raging pandemic with no vaccine. We are trying our best to be honest, sincere and helpful. Then walk away. But it is hard, very hard to be patient when little dictators are trying to control our lives. And tap into our pocketbooks.
Judy Richter 