You Can’t Always Get What You Want

I woke up this morning and checked the vote count. No change.

In an election, it is a basic premise that the following steps will occur: lies aplenty will be told during the campaign. Voters will be wooed—I did a quick check on that word on Urban Dictionary, and was stunned to find this example of usage:

Johnny wooed Jane with his erotic dancing and giant cock.

Come on people, wooed is a romantic term—whoever concocted this sentence has, if you excuse the pun, grabbed the wrong end of the stick.

Further down the page, the Nov. 3rd word of the day is you’re fired. When I did my review count just now for the last week, I saw a massive spike in views starting on Tuesday. Same pattern Wednesday and Thursday, double that on Friday.

What were folks after? A cartoon from an article I wrote on April 29th, 2017, called ‘You’re Fired‘—if I just posted pictures, my column would be far more successful!

Back to my steps.

When voting starts, you ensure it is both free and fair—to a European, even the notion of folks with guns hanging around polling stations is anathema—images of the Congo start to form in my mind.

After it’s all over, you wait for the count, and when that count is unquestionable, we’re done.

As in chess, it’s usual for the loser to tip the king when there’s nowhere left to run. The alternative is to keep on fighting until there’s only a black hole in the ground.

Elections are sacrosanct for a man like me who grew up in a country deprived of democratic rights. If I though for a moment the US elections were fraudulent, I would be the first to cry foul—nothing so far indicates that this is the case.

What I will not do is make any claims of victory or defeat until the officials responsible for collecting, counting, certifying, and publishing the results have done their duty—from all I’ve heard, from both Republican and Democrat officials, this duty has been scrupulously discharged so far.

By all accounts, this will be done soon. For those who have hoped for four years to see their candidate win, and I specifically address both sides, a few days is not a big ask. The really big ask is to reunite Americans—I know the US well, and I wish it well, and I believe that the fracture that exists has been manufactured—not by ordinary people but by leaders and pseudo-leaders, preachers and pseudo-preachers, media and pseudo-media, and malicious agents who certainly do not wish the US well.

Americans, love each other. You know how, you’ve just forgotten.

In the middle of the election fever, I developed a fever of my own—since Monday I’ve been laid up with covid. Like the vote counting, it’s slow and painful, but we’re getting through it—happy endings cost more.

If the orange man loses, I stand to win a rather yummy bottle of tinto—but right now I can’t taste it.

The good news? I caught the bug playing rock n’ roll, not in the supermarket queue. How cool is that!

The India Road, Atmos Fear, Clear Eyes, and Folk Tales For Future Dreamers. QR links for smartphones and tablets.

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