It’s Election Day for those who choose to celebrate. If I can, you certainly have no excuse not to.
I’ve already cast my votes, joining an approximate 57 million per the AP as of this writing who chose to take care of matters ahead of all of the supposed shenaningans with Black Friday-level lines and Dinesh D’Souza wannabes that will supposedly turn today into a living hell for those Luddites who bought into the bullsh-t of this being a one-day process. And if precedence holds from previous years while we may have some resolution and idea on some key battleground states’ results a definitive verdict on whether or not the anticipated “blue tsunami” indeed hits or not will likely not yet have been rendered 24 hours from now.
Mind you, I’m pleasantly surprised we got to this point in one piece. Judging by the barricades that have already been erected in front of the White House, I’m not so sure we’re completely out of the woods. The day is young.
I’m at best dubious about the whole “blue tsunami” storyline in the first place. They’re based upon a flurry of last minute polls that continue to point in Democrats’ favor. Only when one reads the fine print does one recognize that there’s substantial margins of error in them–all the more so in ones conducted at the last minute with fewer guardrails–and that they’ve often been wrong. Jon Stewart took surgical dead aim at this issue during his DAILY SHOW monologue last night. I rueg you to watch if you haven’t already.
I found myself cheering that a late night comedian has an exponentially more nuanced handle of basic research than a significant number of so-called pundits on those ancient-skewing news networks. There’s hope for America’s future, I guess.
But after yet another flurry of self-inflicted wounds in recent days even if I have to grudgingly give polls more cred than deserved I’m still not fully convinced we’re completely out of the woods. Only Chuck Schumer and company could somehow land on the one state where its senatorial candidate happened to be abusive to her staff to an extent where a rogue resignee willing turned over texts to the New York Times that tied his braintrust to a freshmanic plot that assumed Republican voters couldn’t tell one Dan from another. Maybe they got that idea because a few years back voters couldn’t adequately identify a Chad. 
The adorable Mary Peltola has cast more attention on Alaska that it’s merited since Sarah Palin faded back into obscurity. But let’s not drag Palin into the morass just now; after all, her boyfriend (one-time NHL hottie Ron Duguay) just passed. Rather, I’ll join Stewart in skewering her vocal twin who caved under the pressure being put on her by HER boyfriend to reduce the entire Michiagn senatorial race into a personal grievance tied to the ridiculous conflating of affordability with Israeli self-defense. He did a far better job that could I at pointing out the sheer hypocrisy of her decision-making. October surprises are one thing; November surprises are another.
But hey, like I said, even with all this mishegas I voted. None of your beeswax who I chose. Let’s just say anyone who had a platform that wasn’t ghost written for them who was qualified and electable got my support. We found workarounds for those situations where no such viable option was presented. Unfortunately in this state and city that was the case in at least a couple of crucial contests. You may live somewhere where it’s a slightly more fertile landscape. You in particular then have no excuse.
I’ll deal with tomorrow if and when. For now, I’ll just wear my sticker and wait.
Until next time…