It's Election Day Eve! (Or, for the 31 million or so of Americans who've already voted, Monday!) The children are nestled, all snug in their beds--except for TwoBert, who built a nest out of couch pillows and Super Mario blankets and passed out smack dab in the middle of the living room floor.
It's been a fun week as the end of this madness approaches. The 10yo, flush off learning about the Electoral College, has been playing with CNN's dangerously named "ecalculator"; he's gamed a few actual scenarios, but he mostly likes to treat it like a game of Risk, as the "Red Menace" slowly swallows up the peaceful nation-states of "Bluetopia."
Election Day Eve also means it's less than 24 hours before I can turn off my spam filter that bins every e-mail with the word "Friend" in it. Seriously, folks. The online Carpet (O)Bombing has been relentless. And then there was this thing, which promised to tell me how many people with my name had already voted! Because David Axelrod thinks we're all nine years old, or something.
Despite this, I'm voting for Obama. I could attempt to list all my reasons why I like our president (the stimulus worked, the auto bailout worked, net jobs have increased, bin Laden is dead, soldiers can say and tell), and why Romney says everything and tells us nothing; he's just an opportunistic yachtsman who tacks furiously left and right whenever necessary to advance against a steady headwind.
For me, however, one of the most persuasive reasons to vote for Obama is that Donald Trump hates his guts, and I think the world would be a much better place if more people's brains worked in the diametrically opposite way that Trump's does.
Tomorrow's a big day, America. Let's hope our president is decidedly decided before it's over, and that Citizens United is a distant memory before the next one comes around.
