I Am Feeling Poorly

Among my many symptoms are heart palpitations, sweaty palms, an almost indescribable irritability with half the population in this nation, an aversion to the color orange, an aching that reaches my soul when I hear or read the word Florida, an unquenchable need to vote at least a half dozen times, a constant demand that the words guilty as charged be etched like a scarlet letter on the forehead of one particular man, a fear that truth has become a mostly discarded four letter word, an incessant ringing in my ears that sounds like the words "you're fired", an inability to perform simple math as I keep coming up with the answer that 45 plus 47 equals a tsunami. The list of symptoms is long and growing longer by the second. But generally I am sick to my stomach at what America has become, and what may lie ahead.

I believe the technical term for what ails me is "election projection."

There is but one cure for this terrible disease. And should the worse come to pass on November 5th, my condition may well spread like wildfire throughout the United States, a pandemic causing the likely demise of our democracy. 

Pray for me.