It’s about that time.
Some people look forward to Christmas or Halloween. Or like, the Olympics.
Me, I look forward to Election Day. No, it has nothing to do with how I think Trump is an idiot, either. I mean I do and I’m quite liberal, but I don’t care about your party during Election season, much like I don’t care about your religion during Winter-Holiday-Time. We’re all celebrating something, right? Be it four more years or revolution.
Now, as I am blue, I will likely be better informed as to the goings-on of the Dems, though I do try to keep an open eye. I watch both conventions. I listen to what everyone has to say. Then I draw my conclusions.
I am coming into this season with a different sort of feel. It’s not like the past, where I was yearning for an expression of democracy. This year I am desperate for it. I think all of us who don’t support 45 are. And I think that those who do are desperate as well, to cling to some small thing he has done that has benefitted them. I mean, he has helped some people.
Just no one I know.
But that’s beside the point.
Anyway, because of all the dissent and anger surrounding the White House these days, I think this will be a very hot election season. I back Biden of course, not because I particularly want to but because I don’t have a say in the matter. I wanted Liz. But I was bolstered by his pick of Kamala Harris as VP. This is the event that officially kicks it all off for me.
Anyway, the DNC is in a few days and I will pop some popcorn and watch it and cheer. Then I will watch the RNC, and throw some popcorn at the TV, probably.
Then, debates! Oh, I love the debates-I mean I don’t even think Trump will deign to do it, because he will be deeply schooled. But a VP debate between Harris and Pence? I am here for that.
Followed by the main event, Election Night. I intend to vote early this year, so I won’t be braving the polls on the actual day, but I will be having my little get-together with my family where we drink and eat and watch the news. It’s like my birthday, but in November, and without cake.
Maybe this year I will get a cake.
Last time we went home dejected and in disbelief. I raged about the electoral college all night, as I am occasionally wont to do. Hubs tried to assure me it would not be as bad as I thought it would be. “But…but…GRAB ‘EM BY THE P*SSY!” I screamed in his face.
The party did not end well.
This year, I am hoping justice and common sense prevail, and we get the other old white guy. Again, very liberal and totally over old white guys in politics, but I will take the team that I have been given over a million Donald Fucking Trump’s. Because that’s what I’m voting for…not just Biden, but the team. Harris, of course, and whomever else they choose to help them fix the country. I have faith in their capabilities to make those decisions. I have never had faith in 45’s.
So, it’s possible I will get political in future blog posts, and I want you to know that this is simply my fervor for the electoral process. Off years are ok, for local elections…midterms are fun, and so are primaries…but I love the general election. LOVE IT. So excuse me while I geek out over polling statistics. This is my Christmas.
This is my Olympics.