If you really know me, you know who I WANT to vote for. But they certainly don't make it easy -- especially because I'm not even sure I LIKE this person.
Is this real life?
I truly can't stomach conversations about the election for one more second. I feel like my pancreas might explode. I especially hate having these convos at work.
Every time the topic comes up I feel like saying, "Excuse me while I go eat this sandwich on the toilet."
HOW can we not come up with better candidates? And HOW is this race so close?
Polling is all within the margin of error. And at least where I live and work, TONS more people feel comfortable saying that they are voting for Hilz than for The Donald (even if that's what they secretly plan to do). So... who's really in the lead?
You do the math.
I'm scared by either outcome. I think tomorrow's going to be a long day and an even longer night. And we'd better hop in our Deloreans, folks, because I think we're headed back to 2000 with a contested election, hanging chads, and fights over popular vs electoral votes.
Why wouldn't we?
Our voting system is completely broken (I told you that back in 2012) and in 16 years nobody bothered to try and fix it. You know DJT won't abide by a HRC victory. He has one setting: Scorched Earth. And if the tables are turned and HE wins, I can't imagine SHE will sit idly by and fade into the sunset.
Hell no! It will be a dumpster fire.
So, the best we can hope is that the difference in votes is greater than any fraud that could be perpetrated on either side. And that dumb Gary Johnson doesn't muck it all up.
I hope the right answer comes to me in a vision so I can hold my nose -- and pull that lever.
And to anyone who thinks they know exactly what will happen tomorrow, I'll leave you with one word: Brexit.
Yikes. Buckle up.
tags: politics, rants