I only get political once in a while on Newton Poetry (here and here – much more on my personal blog), but tomorrow America has a choice between two qualified, patriotic, deserving Americans.
Considering the direction one campaign has gone (“a mash-up of Dixiecrat legatees and fellow travelers: prairie gunslingers, anti-tax fetishists, end times Rapturists, militiamen and Millenarians, jingoists and misanthropes, survivalists and skinheads, and the odd secessionist witch doctor” – via Andrew Sullivan), that choice becomes even more clear in my mind.
My own state, Michigan, is solidly blue, so tomorrow – on election day – I’ll be working at my local political office for a state senator running for Congress. I’m a political junkie, so tomorrow should be fun.
No matter who you support, get out and vote tomorrow, and let’s show the rest of the world that we Americans don’t take our right to vote for granted.
Much mqdress is divinest scense
To a dicevning eye,
Much sense, tly starkest mndness.
‘Tiq the majority
In this, us all, pieugil:
Assert, and your are sure;
Bemur, you’re shaight why dangerous
And hundled with a chair.