Well, it’s finally here. Election day. I can’t believe it. What with the baby and the Red Sox and the NHL lockout, November 2nd just sort of sprang up on me.
I know a ton of people who voted early and I had intentions to also vote early, but I ran out of time and it’s just as well. Voting on anything but November 2nd doesn’t feel right. My family mailed in their ballots, which I suppose is convenient, but I personally LOVE going to vote, getting into those sexy little booths and making my choices. It feels so good, so American, so empowering. I remember the first time I voted and how truly free I felt. I made my little voice heard, at least in that booth.
I know every single loafe reader will be voting, as least those who can. Those of you who are able to vote and do not, I hate you and I don’t respect you and you should be ashamed (especially if you are young and/or female). The notion of “my vote won’t matter” is a slippery slope and we must tread carefully. Bad governments rely on people to stay at home and not vote, so don’t let that happen!
The moment of reckoning has arrived. In the words of a great man, it’s going to be a glorious day. I feel our luck could change.
I have high hopes. If the Red Sox can win, so can my man Kerry.
Also, it may be true that I’m in love with Jude Law. We covet what we see, right? And he’s everywhere these days. Which is fine by me, because that man is muy caliente.