Things may get better, but it’s entirely possible that they’ll get worse first, in which case Roberta X was right all along:
Water runs downhill and the two big parties sweat over diverting it a few degrees to the left or right, both hotly denying it’ll ever reach bottom. They’re dreaming but the nightmare will be ours. No Congressman will miss a meal, no bureaucrat, nobody in the Executive or Judicial branches is gonna have to choose between the gas bill and the electric bill. I strongly suspect for the rest of us, if that’s as bad as it ever gets, that’ll be a good outcome.
Way back in Vent #63, in the summer of ’97, I opined about those same parties and how they managed to get control of the dialogue:
[F]arther down in the subtext is the notion that those two particular parties somehow manage to subsume the whole of American political belief; you got your Democrats, you got your Republicans, and what’s left isn’t worth a bucket of John Nance Garner’s bodily fluids.
Garner famously described the Vice Presidency as “not worth a bucket of warm spit,” only he didn’t say “spit.”