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I got home at 9:15 Tuesday night after working 14 ½ hours as a ballot clerk here in Waterville. I woke up at 5 the next morning and swear my body temperature dropped ten degrees as I watched online reports about the outcome. The question of whether to write about it or not has been like a jai alai ball ricocheting off the inside of my skull ever since that first sip of reheated coffee.

I did my best as an involved voter including contributing the equivalent of what it would cost to rent the cottage in Perry for a week to Emily’s List candidates, writing 200 postcards to swing state voters (this year in Nevada), driving a state house candidate around so she could knock on doors (she won), and writing 120 postcards to voters in support of her candidacy.

My immediate post-election thoughts included having Barry McGuire’s prophetic song Eve Of Destruction stick in my head, particularly the following stanza:

And think of all the hate there is in Red China
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama
Ah, you may leave here for four days in space
But when you return, it’s the same old place
The poundin’ of the drums, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead, but don’t leave a trace
Hate your next door neighbor but don’t forget to say grace

And you tell me
Over and over and over and over again, my friend
You don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction
No no, you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction

I also am pondering and re-evaluating my opinion of the American people in general and the conclusions are NOT pretty. I’ll not share the more acerbic ones here, you can message me privately for those. However, I’m really worried for womens’ safety, along with anyone on the LGBTQIA+ spectrum, and people who aren’t lily white.

That’s all I got today, folks.