Well Kamala Harris can rest easy. She has at least 3 votes, 3 weeks plus before November 5. (By way of clarification, not all 3 votes were cast by me, although it would be tempting to be one of those who was responsible for creating the underlying predicate for what will undoubtedly be denounced as a fraudulent election. Oh wait, it already has been).
I know she will need a few more thumbs up before she can confidently declare victory (although I fully comprehend her opponent will inform us of his unprecedented, enormous, gigantic win well before the first hanging chad is counted).
It felt very good to exercise my legal right to declare Mr. Trump a horse's patoot (for those of you uncertain as to the meaning of patoot it is exactly what you are thinking). I don't believe I have ever voted with more intense emotion, although I don't know how the machine will be able to decipher this.
I only wish I were able to append to my mail in ballot an essay on the reasons Donald Trump should have a restraining order not permitting him within 200 feet of the White House grounds for the rest of his unnatural life. My catharsis will not be complete, not nearly so, unless and until I am allowed to exercise my First Amendment right to castigate Mr. Trump in chapter and verse, to be read and absorbed by no one. In secret of course.
For all those who are hesitant to go to the polls, who feel the election in their state is a foregone conclusion, or who just have declared a moratorium on using a pencil or pen in the year 2024, I urge you to reconsider. There are very few moments in our existence where, even for a nanosecond, we can articulate, without fear of contradiction, where we want this nation's destiny to head. Sure, no one is listening, but that matters not. There are endorphins hard at work when that circle is filled in. A rush of adrenaline, brief as it may be, when you are the sole master of the universe.
I have done my civic duty and will proudly wear an "I voted for Kamala sticker" if only I can locate one. Election day can't arrive soon enough.
Hope as my companion. Fingers crossed. And whatever you do, don't step on a crack in the sidewalk on the way to the polling booth.
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Step on a crack. Break your mother’s back. Already have broken back, thank you.
Cannot wait to vote for Kamala.
Well expressed. We are actually driving to Sag on 11/4 so we can VOTE in person on 11/5. Want that adrenaline. HJ