My palms are sweaty and my jitters have gone from being a vague uneasy feeling to a Magic Fingers machine in a cheap motel room. My intuition in these matters fails me and so I get spun, dizzy, nauseous. Back in 2004 I was positive that Bush would go down in flames and ended up spending a week in catatonic depression. Not that I thought Kerry was a spectacular candidate (quite the contrary) but he was a damn sight better than the idiotic bully elected on that dark night two years ago.
As the bumper sticker says, if you're not outraged, you haven't been paying attention. As I see it, tomorrow is mostly about my children and what kind of country they'll have when they are old enough to vote. You can see from my last post the concerns I have are too numerous to ignore.
Check those issues in that post and check your own conscience to see if you honestly think this country is headed in a positive direction, if your own children and grandchildren live with the same promise of America that you grew up with. Ask yourself if this war has made us any safer, if it's cost in dollars and lives has amounted to progress; ask yourself if the balanced budget this country had 6 years ago was better than the tab handed to our children (to the tune of almost 50 grand per citizen).
Even The American Conservative magazine says the GOP must go, that Bush and his rubber-stamp GOP majority has created a mess that will take years to clean up. Naturally, the editorial is hardly complimentary to Democrats but it is candid in its assessment of what wrecakage has resulted in the past few years.
Whatever happens tomorrow night is so far out of my control and all I can do is take some time to cast my vote. Not for my future but for the future of my children. It may be one of the most important gifts I can give them.
I hope you view your vote in the same way.