It’s finally here. I voted early, so I don’t need to face the long lines or being pushed through the crowds today. And it’s such a close race, we may not even have a final result before the end of the day.

But it’s a day to celebrate anyway, for one huge reason:

NO MORE CAMPAIGNING!

I didn’t watch this year’s debates all the way through, because they always seemed to sink to the lowest level of accusations and name-calling, with a sprinkling of outright falsehoods thrown in for good measure, and hardly a mention of any real issues. Even reading the morning-after news reports was agonizing.

And it’s easy enough to turn off the TV when all of the programming centers around the election, and to delete the political emails.

But what has driven me batshit crazy this election was something new: the total bombardment by — not just emails — but hour after hour of text messages telling me to get out and vote, and how I should vote. I already did, you nimrods! Now please, lose my number!

Otherwise, next election, I’m burying my phone in the back yard until it’s over.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
11/5/24