I woke up extra early today, jumped out of bed, and went through my morning routine with an extra bounce in my step. Today is ELECTION DAY. That?s right. It?s Election Day 2004. By this time tomorrow we will be well into a series of drawn out law suites filed by the losing side to keep the public from coming to grips with whoever is elected.
Times like this remind me of words from the great Mary Lou Lord song ?Shake Sugaree?
?I pawned my horse
Pawned my plow
Pawned everything
Even my old milk cow?
Actually, that reference makes no sense at all but I have been trying to plug it in somewhere so I thought I?d do it here.
Like I was saying, today is Election Day ?04, an exciting time to be an American. A couple of thoughts.
- No matter who wins, we can be guaranteed that the president will be a wealthy privileged man who never had to take a risk in his life to provide for his family. Both guys have never had to worry about coming up with money to fix the brakes on their 10 year old car.
- They predict about 110 million people will vote this year. Some are saying it could be as high as 122 after the ?vote often? thing. There are roughly 300 million people in this country. There are roughly 200 million eligible voters. There are roughly 130 million registered votes. I think that if you are eligible, you should vote. It?s your right and a privilege. The popular vote might not be the one that counts, but in theory it matters because the popular vote should mirror the electoral vote. Or so they say.
- If Kerry wins, I wonder if they will let Edwards give his speech. The thought of listening to Kerry for any length of time makes me want to throw up on myself.
- They say the election will be decided by Ohio, Pennsylvania and Florida. I actually think the election will come down to Rhode Island, Wisconsin and Nevada. Not sure why, but a feeling I am getting.
I plan on staying glued to the TV tonight watching the elections. Except of course to watch NYPD Blue. But before and after the 10-11 PM time slot, I plan on watching Tim Russert and Tom Brokaw tell us almost nothing all night.
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