Desperate times call for desperate measures. Like, voting, perhaps?
Usually, on any given election day, I put up my stock George Carlin vid on voting. Been doing it for years. Up to now, there was never a dime’s worth of difference. That’s not true, this time. The contrast is more stark than in any election in my lifetime. Reagan-Cater, 1980 was a poor rehearsal, by comparison.
Here’s the argument.
And, from Pat Condell, across the pond.
You know what? I regret that I didn’t register before the 15-day deadline here in California. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Had I registered, I’d go out and vote for Donald J. Trump, today.
My cynicism, my misanthropy, my curmudgeonly demeanor too, has limits. And while my single vote would never make any practical difference in anything, it would at least be a symbolic gesture.
Of what? you may ask.