I won’t lie; I’ve been a little obsessive about this whole presidential election thing. I know it may surprise many of you who view me solely as a devil-may-care ne’er-do-well. In fact, I don’t even know the meaning of those two words. That’s how much I usually don’t care.
But this is different. Like Rambo III, Jaws 2, and any plot involving Steven Segal, This time it’s personal. For eight years I’ve watched as this country that I think is pretty alright has been summarily shat on by the rest of the developed world, except certain places in
So here we are: Election day. I woke up early with a slight nausea – equal parts excitement and nervousness. I’ve already read every election-related story, anonymously commented on every anti-Sarah Palin message board, and replied-all with a terse though profanity-laden email to the McCain campaign newsletter I found in my inbox, even though I’m pretty sure it’s sent out by one of those automatic message services.
And now what? I can’t even look forward to casting my ballot today because both Brooke and I voted already last week, and from what I understand you can’t vote twice, nor can you don a fake mustache and use your fake ID from college to try to vote as someone different, nor can you convince some very narrow-minded election officials that you suffer from multiple personality disorder and that Marge, Becky, and Clint feel disenfranchised by the narrow definition of “a person.”
All that’s left to do is wait for the polls to start closing, sit down with the good scotch and hope for the best. In the meantime, I plan on distracting myself by writing a few short posts today – all about something other than the election. And maybe a few about the election. Because goddamnit this is history being made. And you know what they say: You can ignore history, but eventually she will come back and tell you that you should probably be checked for STDs anyway.