Rejection Day 2020: Make Election Day Ejection Day

Hopefully Not The Ballot Box At The End Of The Universe

November 3, 2020...or so they say

Philosophers the world over are debating the big question:
Can there be life after Chrump?

Regular folks the world over are asking the desperate question:
Can there please just be an after-Chrump?

WARNING: The following may or may not make the slightest bit of sense. I am hanging on by a thread and I cannot in any way guarantee either the quality or coherence of what follows. Nor can I necessarily be held responsible for what my hands are about to do. With any luck, my brain will have some say in the matter, but even that might not make any significant difference. Proceed at your own risk, knowing that at the worst, it is a bunch of words and nothing more.

These are the times that clench men’s sphincters. I wish I was sitting on pins and needles as opposed to the current state of my seating accommodations. I got up early and I voted like a bitch. Pardon my locker room talk, but when you’re a voter they let you do it. Grab ‘em by the ballot. Now the waiting. The waiting. The gnashing of teeth. And then finally, the shouting.

Woke up a little blurry and

headed straight to Vote Town

I have never been so happy to vote for someone I did not want to vote for. I was first in line, but I must admit that my heroic poll workers did not appreciate my little joke at 7:00AM: How late are the polls open in case I want to vote again later?

I voted

The polls will be open in the East for another eleven hours as I write this. The votes are piling up and being counted, the counts are being contested, the contest is afoot. The foot will hopefully be up Chrump’s ass in the very near future. Many people are saying this. Many people are also saying that the Orange Gas Cloud is dissipating. No one knows for sure just yet. Hopefully sooner than later.

The Chrumpublicans, are formerly the party of Lincoln, formerly the party of Teddy Roosevelt, formerly the party of Reagan, formerly the Republican’t Party. Still the party of Nixon the paranoid, hateful, lying crook. Still the party of George W. Bush/Dick Cheney. Bush – the dumbest motherfucker ever to take the White House up until the current clump of orange-colored cottage cheese in a cheap suit. Cheney* – the most evilest sonofabitch ever to run this country up until the current murderous, felonious, fascist fuckwit. These ne’er-do-wells will stop at nothing to undermine the American electorate. They never do.

When Malcolm X posited achieving his goals “by any means necessary” it was a plea and a demand for justice, for a better society for all. Donald Chrump is making it clear that he too wants to achieve his goal by any means necessary. Unlike Malcolm, Chrump’s goal has not a single thing to do with justice, or society, or truth or even basic reality. His goal is his well-being at all costs. Chrump has already exacted a severe cost and he is hell-bent on finishing the job…and us.

This race remains too close to tolerate. Much-too-close to half of this country is populated by apologists for racism, misogyny, fascism, conspiracy theories straight out of the Twilight Zone, rape, murder, thievery and a level of insane lying unseen in world history. We are witnessing the most dangerous, sickening display of sociopathy in this nation’s history. There have been many challenging times and a few almost disastrous eras. But, there has not been the confluence of crap we have been attempting to survive beyond all odds.

The Civil War, for all its horrifying, disgusting backstory, at least made sense. A bunch of inhuman racists intent on maintaining their contemptible lifestyle, fought those who thought treating human beings like livestock was somehow not a proper way to go about life on Earth. Go figure. But at least, from a purely anthropological perspective, it was really a pretty black and white issue (pathetic attempts to paint the dispute as something other, not withstanding). Today things are hazier. Some are fighting for stupid. Some a fighting for greed. Some are fighting to hide their abject fear of anything that is not them. Some are fighting to maintain their tyranny of the minority. Most of these are purposely and belligerently ignorant and just want war because they are angry…and as previously mentioned, stupid.

Got an email from Chrump’s least favorite spawn Eric this morning

The polls are still open. Nonetheless, there is a greater than zero chance that by the time you read this, Donald Jerkstore Chrump will have declared victory. He might even say that Joe Biden has signed a surrender agreement and has volunteered to leave the country. To that, or whatever form Chrump’s declaration of victory over America might take, one can only say, “Fuck you dickface. Shut the fuck up until it’s your turn to speak. And then, make it quick, we are sick to death of your dickless, whiny voice.

I am not typically taken to the kind of optimism that is recognized as such. It is very early in the morning of November 3, 2020. I have just risked life and limb in order to register my incalculable distaste for the current administration by voting live and in person. I will remain blissfully hopeful, albeit nauseous, cautious and scared out of my skivvies until such time as the Fat Man sings. If singing it can be called. 

For the record: All five voters in Dixville Notch chose Democratic presidential candidate Joe Biden over President Donald Trump. There you have it folks, the first votes are on the record. The good people of Dixville Notch have unanimously rejected Dicksville Sasquatch, setting the tone for today’s festivities.

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*Sure, Cheney shot a man in the face. Chrump has the blood of almost (soon-to-be) 250,000 Americans on his tiny hands. Just as sure as he went house-to-house and strangle people to death. Lock him up!

I. Mangrey reporting. Thanks for listening. Responsible comment invited.

Keith Olbermann preps the press for probable presidential perfidy