The Polls are Closed

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.

Symbolism

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.

66/365

Flags

It is election day today. Here’s hoping we do away with the fascist prick once and for all. I am seriously looking forward to never having to see or hear him ever again. Cross your fingers, non-cult members. Today could be the day that we start being able to ignore that mother fucker.

I want to hang our flag today. I haven’t put it up since Biden’s inauguration day. Today seems like a good day to bring it back, but the forecast this morning calls for rain and flag etiquette dictates that you do not fly the US flag in the rain. The weather looks okay this afternoon. Maybe I’ll put it up after lunch. We’ll see.

Today could be the first day of a fascism free America. Do the right thing, people. Get out and vote for Kamala Harris. It’s the right thing to do*.


*It took every ounce of my being to not turn that into a Wilford Brimley quote from those old commercials and actually write “It’s the right thing to do and a tasty way to do it.” Were those oatmeal commercials? I can remember the slogan, but not the product and somehow that pleases me to no end.

Election Fears Continued

I want to say that there is no way the fascist piece of orange shit could ever win the election tomorrow because a vote for him is effectively an act of violence against women. The women of the United States will never let that stand, and they will vote for Harris en masse which will lead to a landslide victory and an epic, historic humiliation for that nazi fuck. No woman in her right mind would ever vote for this sexist, abusive, abuser slime, right?

Then I remember that I said exactly the same thing in 2016 and the scum bag won.

I am absolutely terrified for the future of my country right now. I can’t even put the existential dread into words. Please don’t vote for that nazi fucker. Harris/Walz 2024. Please. Do the right thing.