Ponderings on Presidents’ Day
I truly wonder if I will ever again look at a ballot for President of the United States of America and see the name of someone worthy to hold the office.
Presidents’ Day has always been a JV holiday, if we are honest about it. Technically Washington’s Birthday is the official nomenclature, and The Uniform Monday Holiday Act made it one of the slew of “Monday” Federal holidays that created three day weekends for workers and excuses for advertisers to tout big sales named for (insert Federal holiday here). After January’s MLK Day, Presidents’ Day is the last holiday waypoint before the slog to Memorial Day at the end of May, give or take a spring break.
Presidents’ Day doesn’t even get the hand wringing “have we lost the meaning of it” type pub that a Memorial or Veterans Day holiday gets, and lacks the religious and consumer heft of Christmas. Since presidents are inherently political, the “reason for the season” would be whatever you thought of whichever president one was pondering. Hardly universal good tidings. Especially in an election year where the choice for Leader of the Free World is between old and corrupt but jovial and slightly less old and epically corrupt but a raving jackass, round two.
