Here We Are...

The phone banks have been banked. The post cards have been posted. The think pieces have been thought. And the oh fuck you posts have been posted. 

This is it. 

Here we are. 

Tomorrow is the last day of voting.  

After an impossibly long campaign season.

I told Brent I needed to write today but all I could think about writing was, "You fuckers better not let me down" and that I think I'm positive that those of you that read my blog that can vote in an American election didn't. So I wasn't sure what to write.

Because right now that's all I can think about. Please let this go the way I hope it will go. 

That's me right now. I keep seeing things that make me really optimistic that this is going to be a wonderful result. 

And then I see something that makes my stomach clench. 

I think it's that I will never forget what it felt like in 2016 to be so sure it was going to be Clinton and then it wasn't. I cried. Actual tears. I would lay awake at night in dread of what was coming. No matter how much I tried to convince myself it wasn't going to be that bad, I knew it was going to be that bad. 

It was that bad. 

And this time it would be worse. 

I have no doubt he is going to lose the popular vote. I mean, he's never once won the popular vote. More people voted against him than for him when he did become president. I know that more people in the United States would rather he lost but that's not going to matter if the people in a handful of states decide to vote for him. 

I've never been a fan of the Electoral College, I never will be a fan of the Electoral College. We should abolish the Electoral College. But as long as the Republicans can't win without it we will never be free of it. And right now they can't win without it. 

Gerrymandered states and the Electoral College keep them in power. And nobody likes to give up power. Heaven forfend they had to come up with better ideas to get people to vote for them. I mean...who does that?

My plan tomorrow is to watch something on streaming. Not to obsess about results. To understand that odds are it will be a few days before we know for sure. 

That's my plan.

I had a similar plan in 2020.

Ask me if I stuck to it...

Someone on my friend's list posted the other day that he (it's always a he) didn't understand why people were so worried about this. Just vote and then relax, nothing you can do so why stress? OH HOLY FUCK WHAT A POSITION OF PRIVILEGE! I mean, well, sure, if I had nothing really to lose if TFG wins maybe I wouldn't be so stressed. But I do. I have things to lose. And there are people in the world who don't understand that they also have things to lose. That it is never just contained in a small group with guys like him. And like Vance. And let's face it, you know Peter Thiel did not spend all of that money for Vance to not take Trump out as soon as he possibly can if they are elected. If I were Trump and I won I'd be really careful around stairs, Ivana isn't the only one who can take a timely fall.

It's stressful. 

And I get what he is trying to say. There is nothing that can be done at this point and worrying won't change the outcome. 

But...

I'm still stressed out. 

Because there is so much to lose if TFG wins. And there is a big potential for violence if he loses. 

But for now, everything I can do, I've done. 

You fuckers better not have let me down...