election day

I didn't get down to the polling place at the crack of six.  I was a few minutes late, and by that time a line of four or five had accrued.  There was some kind of kerfuffle at first, and thoughts immediately led to Putin holding hands with Dumbo as they launched their cyber warfare, but it was quickly smoothed over and our votes were tallied tidily.  Or were they?  At any rate I got my I voted did you sticker which you used to be able to take to McDonald's and get a free cup of coffee, I think.

Reread that Hilary Clinton and the Populist Revolt, and I have to say it was even more informative and well-written than the time before.  Northern Michigan falls into line with what the article said about formerly democratic areas going for Trump.  The campaign sign story of Beagles reminds me of a cartoon in the New Yorker some months ago the first panel showed two adjacent houses with campaign signs, one read Never Trump, the other Never Hilary,  In the second panel they read Never Trump and Never Hilary.  

Michigan could indeed become a swing state.  If Dumbo picks up Florida, then North Carolina, and maybe Pennsylvania, and reaches his clawed yellow hand into the great lakes and plucks Michigan he will be ready to start suing those beauty queens.  Polls close in Florida at 6 PM, we may know shortly after that, or it  may drag on into the tear-stained night.  I imagine there will be much debate about whether he will deliver a concession speech.  I doubt it.  He won't be able to imagine that he could lose the election so it will have to have been rigged.  

I imagine he will carry on, and so will many of his followers, just as I enjoy cheering my heart out among the Cubbie blue brethren, so I imagine it  is fun to chant Lock Her Up surrounded by red-hatted maniacs.  Maybe they will forge some link with Cruzits (Lying Ted has endorsed Dumbo) and boot the Mittists out of the party.  Where will the Mittists go then.

Well the big girl has shown a soft side towards Wall Street.  And here's a thing.  Back in the old days, the fifties, when the working man was a solid democrat, the fat cats didn't do all that poorly.  Maybe there is some way she could make a deal with them, maybe the one percent could give up half of what they have to lift the boats of the bottom fifty, and in return they would have a stable country and maybe they would sleep sounder, and maybe this whole election thing has deranged me a bit.  

Primary colors turned out to have been written by Joe Klein, a Clinton staffer.  I saw that movie about  Sarah Palin, Game Change, and that was pretty good, maybe I'll put  that in my queue.  Weiner is for the week after this one.

Coal used to be as close as your gangway where you could always pick up a stray nugget that fell off the wheelbarrow pushed by that big sweating guy under the hot summer sun on the way to that little chute wedged into the window of the coal bin,  I had never given a thought until just now of when did I last hold a lump of coal, and what do the kids of today do for the eyes of their snowmen?  I imagine there is an app for that,

About ten hours until the Florida polls close.