Well tomorrow is the big day. It’s my birthday! Nah, just kidding. Tomorrow is Election Day and we’ll all, well probably half of us, will head to the polls and vote for a new king.
The loser will thank everyone for their support and then tell them to support the man he’s spent a year telling the truth about. The winner will do the same thing.
Neither candidate took it personal but they made sure the voters did. They needed your fear, hatred, and suspicion of the other side.
So after tomorrow the ads will come down and we can stop being skeptical of strangers we meet. The impulse to rear end the car in front of you with all those bumper stickers will not be so strong. Maybe you’ll re-friend your conservative or liberal friend on Facebook.
The kings can stop pretending they know what’s going on. One will go home and the other to the White House. You and I will be convinced we actually had the power to change an outcome. Perhaps even change the course of our country. The winner will tell you so and thank you profusely.
He’ll make us feel like we hired him, vetted him, and appointed him for the job. Really, though, he hired us to get him there. We just weren’t aware of it.
These words are amusing, and, yet, cleansing for me. I would never utter these words outside my little cabin. I’m a political man as I mentioned in my About Me page. I know all the polls and can tell you with a high degree of probability how each state will fall. I can give you anecdotal evidence that polls don’t necessarily project. Yes, I have a dog in this hunt too. I have a high level of confidence my dog will win this race.
I wish it mattered in the end though. Since it doesn’t, I might as well take the opportunity to be honest about it all.