Well, here we are. The day before the election, and we’re all edgy, I’d imagine.
I know I am.
If you’re in the kind of edgy that can turn dangerous, please know that The Hotline offers domestic violence support. The threats for tomorrow are broad but they can also come from home.
I’m oscillating between excitement and fear, fear and excitement, and I came across a suggestion from Katie Howland someone brought over to Spoutible from the site that in its better days was called twitter. I tried to embed but it wouldn’t work, so here is the image, with the alt text in the caption (and I just discovered an alt text box in the settings so if you have a preference, feel free to share):
@katieshowland
Friendly reminder that from now until Wednesday, we are living in the metaphorical equivalent of an airport lounge. Calories don’t count. Money doesn’t matter. No one will judge you for having a beer at 10am.
It’s a freeing idea, treating the next few days as perpetual waiting, and we know we’ll be watching the boards to see when our flights are and whether we’ll be heading to paradise or a nightmare destination.
This morning, I wanted a second Madeleine, thought “no way,” and then remembered “Airport rules!”
We have enough on our paper wrappers from the three different food court stands we’ve visited, there’s no need to be strict.
As much as I believe in the Vice President, as incredible a campaign as she’s run, and as mystifyingly horrendous donald is, I am still mired in the what ifs.
And when I say “mystifyingly horrible,” in the last few days, donald has said Liz Cheney should be subjected to a firing squad with nine guns in her face; he’s said he “shouldn’t have left” the White House even though at that point he was a private citizen with no authority to be there and he’d tried to stage a failed coup, and he said he wouldn’t mind if media got shot, something his team tried to put their best spin on by calling it a “joke.”
I don’t know how that makes it better either.
We all know he’s not joking. And the man who was adjudicated of sexual assault said he would protect women “whether [we] like it or not,” which to me proves, without a whisper of a doubt, that he thinks consent is irrelevant.
And if he had the opportunity to carry out those public executions he fondly imagines while ranting in front of a bored crowd, I will bet you his first stop would be 5th Ave.
So this is why we need Airport Rules. The idea there are people who fully support the chaos and cruelty and fascism of donald is much harder to swallow than another round of old airport coffee.
I want it to be all right. I feel like it will be all right. We can make it all all right.
But being this close and not knowing is super super tough.
I hope this terminal has a gourmet candy store and a Brookstone.
Have a great Monday. We’ve got this. If you haven’t voted, vote. If someone you know or love hasn’t voted, help them to vote!
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