November 5th, 2016


"Unless you tell them what to think, they don't know what they know."

Mostly cloudy today, and it's currently 48˚F in Providence, land of lobsters, mobsters, and quohogs. Tonight will mark the twelfth year that I've refused to "fall back," remaining blissfully on Daylight Savings Time. One day, the whole country will follow suit.

And here, again, my view for the last 3,079 days (photo from 9:54 a.m.). It's a lot like prison, but the food's better and no one restricts my access to internet porn:

Yesterday was an utter loss. I now know what it feels like to be stuck inside a presidential election cowritten by Philip K. Dick and James Ellroy. But things are looking up just a tiny bit, and today I am trying to rally the shreds of my hope.

To you people who still adamantly refuse to vote, and you "third party" voters, and you write-in folks, if you won't do the right thing and vote for Clinton because it is the right thing, stop and think of someone you care about – some one person – who would surely be hurt by a Trump presidency – a PoC, a woman, someone LGBT, someone disabled, someone poor, children, someone of a non-Christian faith – and you try to find it in your heart to get your head out of your ass, get over your ego, and do it because you love that person and it matters to you what happens to her or to him.

In all honesty, I can forgive the very young voters their hesitation, the millennials, some of whom are voting for the first time, men and women who grew up under the prosperity and expanding social freedoms of the Obama presidency. And they likely don't remember the mess that Nader's third-party voters made in the Gore-Bush race in 2000, and they may not clearly recall the nightmare of W's eight long and terrible years, and they definitely don't recall the healthy economy and peace of the nineties and Bill Clinton's (vastly underrated) administration. They didn't suffer through the damage that Bush Mark 1 and Reagen and his cronies did to this country and its people in the eighties and the early nineties. You get old, you live through fourteen presidential elections, and you grow a sense of history, of perspective. Doesn't make me foolproof, but it does give me insight. Regardless, I am trusting young voters to do the right thing. I refuse *not* to believe in the potential and humanity the young people of America.

Aunt Beast