Fingers Crossed

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Memo to Everyone: FINGERS CROSSED

I figure the midpoint between Halloween and Election Day (from a business day standpoint at least) is a good time to lead into the most terrifying election since I had a vague sense that Ronald Reagan might start a nuclear war.

I don’t know what’s going to happen on Tuesday. And that’s a problem. Because if things were working like they were supposed to? If America was the America we thought it was instead of the America that it is, the outcome wouldn’t be in doubt. Checks would be checked, balance would be restored, Republicans would pay a steep political price for their awfulness, and we could relax. Not as much as we were relaxed in 2015, because that was clearly too fucking relaxed, but we could relax a little.

But it’s already way too close. And there’s too much I don’t know. And the right has spent 30 years creating a system that lets them deny reality, and the reality they’re using it to deny is their open embrace of both neo-Nazi ideology and actual fucking neo-Nazis.

I don’t know if there are more of us than there are of them. Like, even in absolute numbers, much less actual voters. I used to think I knew that. Nationally, 2016 seems to think that there are. But they spend their energy making more of them and we spend our energy talking about long arcs and the right side of history like history isn’t written by the winners.

I don’t know if there are enough of us in the right places to overcome gerrymandering and voter suppression, or enough of us in the right places to start fighting back against gerrymandering and voter suppression.

I don’t know if young people will vote. I mean, I know SOME young people will vote. And I know some young people will vote who might otherwise not have. But I don’t know if they’ll come out like they need to.

I don’t know whether or not the blatant racism practiced by Donald Trump and the GOP in the last days of the campaign will be rewarded or punished, even though they’re coming amidst a very well publicized and noticeable spike in right-wing political and anti-Semitic violence.

I don’t even fucking know whether or not Weird-Dick Donnie is going to have the military execute a caravan of asylum seekers at some point in the next month, because, as with the transgender trial balloon, Trump doesn’t bluff. Not as such. He doesn’t care whether a thing he says happens or not, because to him, saying it is the same as doing it, but that’s a very different thing from saying you’re going to do something you have no intention of doing.

So, yeah. I have a lot of hope for Tuesday. I hope it’ll go well. But I don’t know it’ll go well, and I don’t even know if I can think it’ll go well. And that’s a shitty place to be. And that’s a goddamned shame, because this week also brought us Donald Trump’s glorious umbrella fail and the complete, spectacular implosion of the dumbest attempt to frame someone for sexual assault in a very long time. And we should be able to enjoy those freely. Maybe we can start again after Wednesday.