As ugly as the election is, it's a nice distraction to me from what's happening to Thing Two. He's not only been kicked out of another care facility, but they insist on doing it THIS MORNING, and I didn't get notified until 1pm to see if I could come back from Utah today instead of tomorrow. (hint: the plane was to at 2PM from an airport an hour's drive away from me).
The vaccination compensation program is a complete joke. Vaccination is based on the principle that although you damage, and sometimes kill a few children, that in the balance of things you're helping out a lot more children. OK. I can accept that. But it seems to me that if the state cripples my child and reduces him to a state of lifelong torture, on behalf of the community at large, that they owe him care and comfort and any available treatment, and reasonable access to his family.
This election's not going to change that. On a day that other Americans are celebrating the cracks in the glass ceiling, my son has fallen through the cracks in the deepest basement floor.