…half the country’s gonna wake UP pissed tomorrow.
I’ve never seen our nation so divided. Not even during the Viet Nam War days.
I don’t do politics, and I rarely talk about them on the blog. But, today is Election Day, and millions of people in the USA are casting their vote for the candidate of their choice.
It’s a right, a privilege, some might say it’s a duty.
But, it’s really politics. And politics have changed.
Back in ‘my day’, the nominee wasn’t determined until the Convention met unless he was a sitting President. There were bitter disputes, floor fights, arguments, and “Mr. Chairman, Mr. Chairman, Mr. Chairman” screamed over the noisy boisterous crowd of conventioneers.
It was exciting.
In 1964, Barry Goldwater won a multi-candidate primary battle that took forever. His nomination nearly destroyed the Republican Party, Johnson won by a HUGE landslide, with Goldwater taking only his home state of Arizona and five deep South states.
The 1964 RNC was the first time a woman was ever nominated as a possibility; Margaret Chase Smith of Maine. It was a ‘pretty big deal’.
Spiro Agnew’s state of Maryland refused to release their delegates, considered Agnew a favorite son, and it took all the way to the delegates from Wyoming to put Richard Nixon over the top. Agnew wound UP on the ticket as the VP candidate to get those delegates released.
Agnew was a crook BTW. So crooked, said my Dad, that they would have to screw him into the ground to bury him. Dad was right. He resigned in disgrace.
The Democrats had their battles too. But, Daddy was a Republican, and although I’m sure he watched both conventions, because the man loved Politics only slightly less than he loved the Bible, I don’t remember watching any other Democratic National Convention than the one in 1960 when JFK was nominated on the first ballot, and the one in 1968 where the shit hit the fan with protesters, Dan Rather getting ‘roughed UP’ by security (like that shouldn’t have been done decades before!!), and Mayor Daley, the Chicago Seven, and the Police Riot! Ah, good times.
They were on TV too. All over TV. The national networks, and that’s all we had, ran them all night long. It was important. People needed to know the party platform, all about the candidates, and who was who.
Now, we have CNN, MSNBC, CSPAN, PBS, FOX News, and the networks don’t even start the convention coverage until 10 PM!
In a 24 hour news world, we know who’s running before they do, who’s winning before they do, and who just wasted five hundred million dollars.
I’m still not over the money part of it. It really bothers me.
But, as usual, I digress. Back to today.
Your vote is your vote. No one else’s. How you vote is your business, no one else’s. Share, don’t share, I don’t care, but don’t try to tell someone they are wrong because they don’t agree with you. You’re human, you could be wrong. Heck, both of you could be wrong. I’m sure there are plenty of Hillary and Ron fans out there who think you are.
Go vote, make your choice, cross your fingers, and live with the result. After all, no matter who takes the day, he will still be OUR President.
You can also stay at home. It’s a choice.
The process works with or without you.
And please, tomorrow, November 7th, either way it goes, stay the hell off Facebook!