There is a crusty old northern New Englander I know who drives a rust bucket truck covered in bondo, duct tape and progressive bumper stickers. The truck's horizontal space above the dashboard is about 10 inches deep in litter, history, an odd filing system, Ring Ding wrappers, impromptu poetry outbursts and dog biscuits.
There isn't anything standard about him. No cellphone, no GPS, no credit cards, no Starbucks cups. His clothes are from thrift shops, his burgers....frozen, from The Dollar Tree. He tapes up the holes in his work gloves, doesn't always have laces in his boots, lugs his water from a spring in a neighboring village. He's a veteran, childless, lost his wife and both parents, and treats his dog like a son.
Some people laugh at him, question what kind of person he is because he thinks outside their box.
He's not part of any particular political party but votes regularly and is fiercely committed to "underdog" issues. He has some very interesting problem solving ideas.
Because he is issues-oriented and speaks simply but eloquently, I wish he could address the Democratic Party leadership. Like you, H20 Man, I believe we must think....and act....outside the box. It breaks my heart to think of all the seats Democrats have lost in the last dozen years. Yet, we're stuck arguing about Hillary vs. Bernie, or Bernie vs. Hillary from 2016.
The "shithole" I worry about is the desecrated Oval Office, temporary home of #45.