Final weekend

We have arrived at the final weekend of the race for President of the United States of America.

 

Finally, I’ll be able to get my mind on other things.  No matter which way it ends up when the polls close on Tuesday, our nation will have a new President.  No matter which one wins, he will be my President.

 

And there will be no claims from me that “XX%” of the country got it wrong or the “election was stolen”.  The new President will be my President.

 

Things will once again go back to some form of “normal”.  I won’t be running.  The troll will go back under his bridge.  We won’t get a new health care program.  There won’t be a fix for social security.  Vital infrastructure will continue to go unfunded.  Traffic will suck.  I’ll bitterly cling to my guns and religion. 

 

But all in all, life will be good.  In fact, life will be better here than it is in most of the world—that’s why people risk their lives to get here and will put themselves through almighty hell just to have the opportunity to be poor in America, because poor in America is still pretty fucking rich.  Despite what the news will have you believe.  Despite desperate attempts to try and convince us we should look like the rest of the world.  Life here, though it be not anywhere close to perfect, is good.  And always with a chance to be great, if we’re individually willing to take the chance to make it so.

 

At this point in the process wishes of “good luck” are empty and pointless.  So I’ll simply say to both candidates that I’m glad it’s almost over and I’m looking forward to finally being able to say “President Elect” after this most historic race—no matter who wins.