Mr. Walz Goes to Washington

Mr. Walz goes to Washington.

He feels like someone with dirt under his fingernails, not littering his life. Like a guy who finds himself in a place neither he, nor anyone else, ever expected him to be. Not seeking glory, but having it knock on his door.

One single word plucked him from obscurity and thrust him into the national spotlight. And should his team not win this championship game, his 15 minutes will most likely be up. History only remembering him as an asterisk. But it appears that he would be able to move on, to survive. To accept defeat in a way that the top of the Republican ticket, and his mini-me running mate never could. 

He is as a breath of fresh air in a room that has been far too long infected with the stench of Donald Trump's ego and his dystopian carnival. As real as his opponents are phony. As true as they are false.

The unpolitician, antidote to everything that sickens us about the wrongs on the right.