Less than a week.
Hopefully, that’s all we have left before the election is over. And if you’re like me – and so many people I know – the end cannot come soon enough. I would be shocked if we knew for certain by the end of the day on Tuesday. Or possibly Wednesday. But at some point soon, we’ll know which direction the country is heading, and whether or not James and I need to move.
Normally, this is the time of year we start paying a lot of attention to the number of days until we hit Key West. Greg has his countdown clock on his computer, and every Friday he can tell us just how much longer we have to wait. I don’t know why I didn’t think to have him set one up for the election. Although that might have been too depressing.
Particularly because this has been such a long election cycle. When one of the candidates announces two years before an election that they are running again, time stretches out farther than is practical. However, when you are dealing with someone whose ego and fear of jail override everything else, you understand why the announcement was made.
But two years of the wonder-Cheeto has been a lot to take in. Especially when every month his campaign has become wonkier and wonkier. You’re accustomed to Trump saying whatever he wants to get clicks and attention, but we can all agree he’s started going off the rails. I knew the minute he spewed out, “They’re eating the cats and the dogs,” that PawPaw had stayed a little too long at the fair.
However, the nice part of this election – if you can say there’s a nice part – is that living in Texas, you get to miss a lot of the national political ads. During Obama’s second run, I was in Vegas for a conference with James tagging along, and we were shocked at the anti-Obama ads running on the local stations. After seeing a few, we had a much deeper appreciation for living in a very red state. Obama wasn’t going to win in Texas, so we weren’t bombarded with one ad after another. Same for Kamala.
Oddly, we have seen commercials from Ted Cruz’s campaign more than I thought we would. Which tells us someone is worried about his chances of re-election. But when your own party doesn’t like you, you should be concerned. You already have almost half of the voters thinking you suck. You don’t need to pile on your own caucus members.
But with any luck, by the time I return at the end of next week (yes, another conference), the airwaves will be clear of all that. And either we’ll have to deal with Trump gloating about landing another four years (but probably only 6 months) in the White House, or we get to do 2020 all over again with him and his toadies calling foul.
Less than a week. And we get to breathe a sigh of relief. Or buckle our seatbelts for a very bumpy ride to 2028. Either way, the election will be over, and we won’t have to worry about being bombarded with ads and emails asking for money. At least until 2026, when congressional elections cycle back through.
Oof!
