It felt like doing shots of vinegar this time. I well up a little when I vote. Tears do not flow but I get a feeling of awe and privilege. This election feels like a shit smear. I am fine with Clinton should she win but the mere idea that someone like Trump has come this close to Tweeting his way to the oval office is sickening. I was imagining being her today, voting for herself. I would take a few moments and just stand there in that voting booth, alone with my thoughts. It may be the last chance she has for that moment of alone time. I hope she wins. I remember the moment of disbelief I experienced when he made his acceptance speech. I just thought something would intervene but it did not. He had me going at times, though, in that way he does. The closer we get to tonight’s results — which I hope actually are tabulated tonight — the sicker I feel about it all. I remember the Wall Street Journal piece about someone who claimed he was abducted by aliens, and that these aliens predicted Bob Dole would be the last and greatest president of the United States. They might have predicted this current scenario just as ludicrously.
VOTE TO VETO TOTO, TOO.
RESIN RISEN.
IN INNER SIN I
RISE, RINSE, SNEER.
E’ER NINNIES.
SHIT
SHIT HITS ISIS.
HISS IT.
THURSDAY HURTS, SAYS DAD. HARD DARTS SHUT A RUDDY, RUSTY TURD AS DUSTY YARDS STAY THRUSH.
