I hear bombastic music, lots of brass. It is meant to sound powerful, political, but it is not identifiable by name. This is on purpose. It is generic. It no longer gets my attention, but it does serve to ratchet up the tension. It is followed by a Talking Head in an expensive suit. He isn't saying anything. To be sure, he is talking, and he too is bombastic. But not saying anything, he is unintelligible. This is surreal. Life imitating life. Talking points. The moon is full. I've been running red lights, sitting still at green lights. I'm scanning articles six months old, looking for nuance. What does THIS mean... what did that mean...? I don't really want the phone to ring, but it does. It is one of them. They want something, I don't want to listen to you.... I shut down, but don't hang up. I open my browser, new window. no, no , no, NEW window. This is like a powerful narcotic, but laced with speed.
I've got nervous insides from reading to many polls. From reading too much into too many polls. The polls don't match the internals. The internals are skewed, partisan. The internals don't match the early vote totals. They are indicators. Of what ? I don't know. I am projecting.
My mind is taking ugly right turns. G-force turns. I want news, I want violence. I want to watch this dog and pony show implode. Talking heads again, foot soldiers and get out the vote, targeting. I'm having visions of the nightmare American Krystalnacht. This is election fatigue. This is more than that, this is desperation. They can't be gaining ground, They just can't. I, me personally, have too much invested in this. This election is for me, it is mine. I deserve it. Somethings got to give. This is....
This is insanity folks, and to some degree you are all feeling it. The moon is full, and like it or not, some of us have made the change. Rememeber it is almost over. Tonight, if you can, unplug. Make some tea. Watch a movie. Talk to your signifigant other, but not about politics. pet your dog or cat. Take the advice that was given to Archimedes centuries ago, and draw a bath. We have two more days. Weekends are maddening. They are a desert of waiting. Monday is coming, and Tuesday will follow. We all know what we have to do. So my plea tonight, is that everyone willing and able, will drop out for a little while and rest. Recharge. The day of reckoning is coming.