Nothing happened yesterday. I started work at about 5:30am, left at 1:00, did some errands, made dinner for my wife and screwed it up, then went to the Iron Maiden show in Worcester.
All in all a productive day, but nothing happened on the National Solo Album Month front. Hoping for better today.
We went to the rock and roll show tonight and saw some nice English kids play fast.
The cats keep asking me what comes next. Now what? They say.
I haven’t a fucking clue.
Later tonight I am going to get my frustrations out on some new wave of British heavy metal madness because it is still 1981.
I can practically smell your jealousy.
More than anything else, what I am feeling right now is just being mad at myself. Furious, even.
I had the audacity to actually feel a small amount of hope. Hope that we as a nation might be better than we were. What a fucking idiot.
Did I ever really think Kamala Harris was going to win this election? In our hate filled, racist, misogynistic cesspool of a nation? Probably not. Did I allow myself to hope that she’d win? Even for just a few minutes?
I did… like a fucking moron.
Look at me, acting like nothing happened. Just whistling past the fucking graveyard.
I added one more song last night. I’m up to five. They all have a complete form but currently are just midi bass and drums. No guitars, no lyrics, no vocals, no hope, no belief in a better future for our kids, just midi bass and drums.
It is after 8:00pm here in Massachusetts. 8:08pm to be exact.
That means the polls are closed. The voting in this year’s federal election has come to an end for my state.
I forget what year it was… 1992? 1996? I worked at the polls that year. My parents worked at the polls almost every year. My father, the super accountant, ran the ballot counting in our district. My mother was a ballot counter. For that one election, whichever year it was, my sister and I worked as ballot counters too. I was proud to do it. Hell, I was honored to do it.
I’m thinking about the folks doing those jobs now and I am feeling for them in a major way. I’ve heard of bomb threats and intimidation tactics in some battleground states. Because that’s what happens when you put a convicted felon and his nazi cult at the head of one of your two political parties. Stay safe out there, poll workers. Thank you for all of your hard work. Count those votes, and may the best woman win.
My wife said, “look at her… judging me.”
Don’t be judgmental, Robin. Be respectful.
How about an election day haiku? Slanted to my candidate, of course.
Did you vote today?
If not, there is still time left.
Harris ’24
If you aren’t getting it, read that last line, “Harris twenty-four”. Five syllables.
I just have to remember to take it in when the sun goes down because you don’t fly a US flag in the dark unless it has a spot light on it. Unfortunately, daylight savings time is over so sunset is at like 4:00 now. Ugh.
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