So tomorrow is the BIG day! A really BIG day! I will be voting in my solid RED state at the ultra conservative Baptist Church down the street from my house for Hillary Clinton and Tim Kaine. I would suspect that my wife and I will be two of maybe only two hundred votes cast at my Precinct for the Clinton/Kaine ticket. But that’s okay, my vote will allow me to celebrate or bitch depending on the outcome.
Want to know how RED my area is? My Republican State Senator, my House of Representative member, the Sheriff, Clerk of Court, Coroner, County Council member, and Register of Deeds are all, wait for it, running unopposed. That’s right, the Republican primary, if there was one, was the election. My U.S. Senate and U.S. House of Representative incumbents all have “competition” but not really. There haven’t been any debates that include the incumbents because, well, they really didn’t need to share the spotlight with the Democrats, or the Working Families party, or the Constitution, Green, American or Libertarian parties. There busy, running the country, stocking their war chest in case, just in case a real challenger comes along in the future.
But here is the thing, in years past yards have been full of political signs (my Hillary signs keep “disappearing” so I just gave up). This year there are few to none. Even the Republican politicians that live in my neighborhood (four of them) aren’t flying the Trump banner in their front yards. Sure some of our more boisterous neighbors, according to my wife, have flooded The Facebook pledging their undying love for all things Trump. But their yards are bare, the back of their SUV’s, stickerless. Maybe that’s the new trend or maybe, just maybe, they will get their voting slip, head to the Electronic Voting Machine and come to their senses. Maybe they will realize that an American future of Trump as President, Newt Gingrich as Secretary of the State and Rudy Giuliani as Attorney General would be like giving the Three Stooges your MasterCard for four years and wondering each month why you have all these charges for Champagne Cocktails from the King of Diamonds strip club in Miami. Yup, boys will be boys.
So even if you think your vote won’t count, even if it is a royal pain in the ass to go to your polling place, even if it’s raining, snowing, or maybe it is a beautiful day and you want to go have fun and enjoy it please go vote. Please!
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We vote by mail here in Oregon so I’m all done (but I’d do it again if I thought it would help). 😉
OMGawd! Isn’t that threesome the joke of the year?
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Some scary dudes. Throw Chris Christie in the mix and well, I am not sure what you have.
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Amen, brother. Put them all together and they’ll make the Bush43 administration look like a kinder garden ice cream party. Pray really hard tonight.
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Praying!
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Being a proud North Carolinian and daughter of someone who participated in the Greensboro sit ins, I had to vote and vote to turn NC BLUE. I too noticed the lack of wholehearted support. I think if Cruz was the candidate, I’d see his name everywhere. That being said Trump is a “gift.”
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I too am a proud North Carolinian now residing sadly I feel at times in SC. Thank you for turning my home state blue.
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“Voting early and often” is how Baltimore icon Edgar Allen Poe met his end. Like him, I’ll only do it if they pay me.
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Love that winning attitude. Good luck collecting that check.
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No checks. I can give you a check for any amount you like. I only take cash.
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Again, good luck with that.
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