Today I spent the day calling strangers and asking them if they’d made a plan to vote.
You see, scientific studies say that folks are more likely to actually go and vote if they tell somebody what their plan to vote is.
Do you plan to vote in the morning?
The afternoon?
Evening?
How are you going to get there?
Bring your ID.
I figured there were no stranger strangers, so after all my posts on the election for all these months, I figured I’d bore you one last time:
Make a plan for when you’ll vote. And go vote!
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My bloggin buddy, NTexas99 sent me this link. It is to the pictures of women, born before the 19th Amendment was ratified, who waited all their lives to cast this vote. It’ll make you smile. And perhaps forgive me for all these political post. Maybe.
It’s not just a contest between Hillary and Donald you know. The GOP members of Congress have already said that they will not just continue to obstruct our government. They will up the ante —
They will refuse to compromise
They will try to indict Hillary for all the things that they have already cleared her of wrong doing in;
They will not confirm any judges she appoints. That means to not only the Supreme Court, but all the way down the line.
Have they even read the US Constitution?
Instead, this is a perfect representation of today’s GOP-“led” Congress:
If anybody asks why more wasn’t done under Obama, show them this:
I got this from my friend, Father Kane at the Last of the Milleniums. Naturally. That’s where I get the best stuff!
Vote Blue, All the Way Down The Line!
Get the government working again for US — and for the U.S.!
Surprisingly, even here in polarized Northern Virginia where I live, there are still folks who haven’t made up their minds.
I’m doing all I can to help. I’m making calls, I’ve donated money. I fill out Donald Trumps surveys suggesting that he call Hillary “fat” and ask his followers why she isn’t home in the kitchen.
But the best tool I’ve found is this one:
People are asking me who I voted for. And they really want to know. And I don’t hesitate to let them know why I voted for Hillary.
To the guys in the gas station and the convenience store, I emphasized Hillary’s commitment to raising the minimum wage and the fact that the billionaire has never done anything except cheat working people out of the money they earned.
To the folks in the medical lab, I referred to Hillary’s commitment to science, to healthcare for everybody. Since they have such long working hours, I looked up where they too could vote early and encouraged them to do so.
To the affluent-looking folks in the grocery store, I emphasized the way the market react by falling through the floor whenever there is a hint that Trump is gaining. “Do you want his finger on the nuclear button — we live at Ground Zero — DC (and Northern Virginia) lives under one big target …
Wear your sticker. Talk it up. Don’t pick fights. Use humor however you can.
But everybody with an ounce of sense can help make sure that Wednesday is not the beginning of a long, terrible nightmare.
At first it didn’t bother me. A follower is a follower, ammirite?
They didn’t want me to click anything. They didn’t try to sell me anything. They didn’t ask for state secrets. So what was the big deal? Lots of followers don’t have blogs; they just have email addresses. Right?
(This is not a picture of John. I got it when I googled “quizzical animals.”)
But in the last few months, I’ve gotten a whole bunch of email-only-followers from Russia. Folks with an “.ru” domain.
When I mentioned it to John, he was a little bit concerned. I told him that I just delete those emails that notify me of the new Rusky follower, and not to worry. They’re harmless. What could possibly happen?
Google Image that I got through Pinterest. He’s harmless. Cute. Not at all Putin-esque. He isn’t even wearing a trench coat, so I’m sure he’s not a spy. Or a bad guy. Positive.
“Glad we don’t share a computer,” he said, implying that at least none of his shit would be compromised when the Russian government takes over mine. And I find all my personal emails on WikiLeaks. (Individual computers should be the practice of all married couples with any interest in politics, IMHO.)
But you know what? Don’t tell John, but suddenly I’m getting nervous.
You see, I’ve written dozens of posts about Donald Trump. And now I’m afraid that the Russians are behind him. That they want him to become president. That they want to totally fuck up the world.
You’ve noticed all these weird things that are happening with the Russians in the election, haven’t you?
They are supporting Donald Trump (so obviously, they aren’t pro-America, right)
They are behind the WikiLeaks
They are bankrolling Trump
They are scary no-goodniks
They are doing lots of other things I don’t have time to look up. (Hey, I have a life, you know. I do this for fun.)
So now I’m concerned that Russians are following me. Lots of them.
I guess I should be flattered. But I’m not. Because I’m not like today’s GOP who seem to believe in party over country (hmmmm, sounds vaguely Russian don’t you think?).
You know who this is. And you know where I got it. Sheesh. And he’s right behind me. Physically, not metaphorically.
When you have chronic health problems like I do, there’s always something new to worry about.
Will this procedure hurt?
Will this procedure make my life worse?
Will this procedure kill me?
Photo Credit 4029TV.com
Until today, though, I never asked myself:
Will this procedure turn me into a flaming torch?
Butt that is precisely what happened to a woman undergoing surgery in Japan recently. And it happened when she did what all of us fear whenever we have a medical procedure in the southern hemisphere.
She farted.
Fortunately for her, she was asleep on the operating table.
Unfortunately for her, the gas she passed was ignited by the laser the surgeons were using on her.
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