Where I live, every Tuesday is garbage day, the day you take out the trash. It can be a chore, but it has to be done. And this particular Tuesday is special, for a not-entirely-unrelated reason. Yeah, it's a bit of a stretch, especially when I'm going to look for a photo of Ricky Chapman from the semi-infamous SILENT NIGHT, DEADLY NIGHT 2 to use in this post.
But no joking matter is how I feel on
this Tuesday, knowing it's Election Day, and how, in a few short hours,
the results will start coming in, and--I'm being realistic here--a few
days from now, we'll get an official declaration as to who won the
Presidency. It has been with dread and disquiet I've spent the last
week--a week that should be filled with the light joy of celebrating all
things spooky and make-believe, instead of all too real. But hey, I
voted, and I can only hope that enough good people did too, regardless
of how inconvenient it can be, or how insignificant it can seem.
It's
a little thing, to cast your ballot and (if you choose) wear that fun
little sticker, but if enough people do it, it becomes not so little a
thing.
The only guarantee regarding this election is that Trump is going to declare victory no matter what the results are, and that future generations will ask us about it. Whatever happens, I have to believe that there are more good people than bad, and that, even with my myriad, seemingly endless faults, I can number myself among them.
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