But I’ve got it pretty slack. I live in a city/county/state that I’ve never had an issue voting. Never waited more than about 15 minutes to vote, since my first vote, in 1980.

The mail out ballot is easy. It’s paper, so it can be audited. No lines. No voting place out of the way. No time off from work. No worries about the weather. A whole three weeks to fill out the ovals and stick it in a box.

What’d make it better if there was no postage required.

As far as predictions go, I always wait for the assay results. And practice deep breathing.

I have a pretty good feeling about this election, in large part because women are pissed as hell, and we know what can happen (like Prohibition, but you win some, you lose some). One woman I’ve taken some inspiration from is Lynette “Squeaky” Fromme, you might remember her, the wannabe Presidential assassin who tried to take a shot at Jerry Ford in 1975? That one, the Manson Girl. Turns out I accidentally moved into her place in January, which gives one pause. Not her specific apartment, but across the courtyard of the property, from where I can see her third-story garret windows.

Don’t be alarmed, the lessons to take from Squeaky aren’t utilitarian, even in the age of Trump. It’s not about remembering to chamber a round in your Colt M1911 .45 pistol, so you’re not squeaking comically to the TV cameras “it didn’t go off!”. I suppose there’s the obvious lesson: Don’t let a monster eat your brain. As true today of Trump as it was then of Manson.

But the insight I get from Squeaky is that she made the mistake of solipsism. Something like the Unabomber, she thought she had special knowledge of a problem, in this case air pollution damaging California’s redwoods (nothing personal about Jerry, he was just supposed to be a violent symbol, a la Helter Skelter). People who think like that think of themselves as an extreme type of Paul Revere, compelled to bring the world to its senses with a violent shaking, with a bomb or with a gun.

But Squeaky and Kaczinski cut themselves off from humanity, and forgot the power of mass action. The first Earth Day was five years earlier, and the environmental movement was off to a solid start by 1975. The problem was solved through political pressure and resultant legislation; California’s redwoods still stand. The extreme solipsist tends to think of David and Goliath solutions to perceived problems, the actions it’s possible for the lone gunman, or lone bomber, to take. And picks up the asymmetrical weapon with the biggest bang.

I think that in 2018, mass political action is going to start kicking the ass of Donald Trump and his disgusting movement. The job won’t be done Wednesday morning, but it’ll be damn good and started. I’d call us at, fittingly, the Midway point fighting back after America was attacked at Pearl Harbor.

Is it time? Yes, I think it’s finally time.

Japanese Admiral Yamamoto wrote in his diary after Pearl Harbor, “I fear all we have done is to awaken the sleeping giant, and to fill him with a terrible resolve.”

“A terrible resolve”. I think Wednesday we’ll see that America’s fighting back, once again, against a fascist attacker.

The coming months will be the most perilous and important months in the history of our nation.

The only thing tomorrow determines is if we have bought a little time for democracy to have a fighting chance.

Perhaps its already too late, too much damage done. Perhaps there is no way for the nation to survive the treason of a minority of bigoted traitors.

Putin’s presidential puppet has gone full racist- putting out a commercial so full of racist lies even Fox refused to air it… though I am sure RobVG will assure us Trump is totally not a racist.

They have pulled out all the dirty tricks, voter suppression so blatant that it stuns the mind. Racist dog whistles and foghorns across the nation. It is tragic, and even under the best of outcomes it will take generations to heal.

What we have experienced so far is just a squall, the hurricane has yet to make landfall.