I have been waiting for the 2020 election since 2016.
I will never forget the slow, sinking, horrifying feelings I had while watching the returns during the last presidential election. I’m on the West Coast, so by the time dinner and homework and dishes were done, projections were starting to come in from the EST precincts.
I spent a lot of time that night on Fivethirtyeight’s website. I know they’re trying re-write history and say they warned us all that Trump had a good chance, but I was a political news junkie then, too, and I followed their polls and analyses very closely. While they hadn’t put HRC at 100% chances, they certainly weren’t ringing any alarm bells the way they now claim to have done.
I watched state after state turn red. I don’t remember which state shocked me the most, but when I saw that Pennsylvania was red, I was glued to the screen, refreshing every few minutes, reading every reputable liveblog I could find.
In just a couple of hours, the country was bathed in red.
I’m writing later than I planned today, but I am still awake and I’m not a computer, so I can be a little flexible with whether it’s actually Thursday morning or Wednesday night.
It’s hard to think (let alone write) about anything other than the impending election. The 2020 Presidential Election is in a few more days. A lot of people around the country are emphasizing that Tuesday, November 3rd is the election deadline, not Election Day. Voter turnout is expected to be very high and most sensible localities are acknowledging the existing of the Coronavirus pandemic and encouraging voters to vote early (whether through in-person voting locations or by dropping off their ballots early.) We’re already at the point where most states are telling voters not to bother mailing their ballots at this point because of the GOP legal challenges working their way through the courts (and up to the GOP-controlled Supreme Court) that are expected to artificially limit counting past the voting deadline on Election Day.
I tried to start out non-partisan there. I truly did. It’s a little like trying to be neutral in a burning building. Fire == bad. Running away from a fire or putting it out == good.
Anyway. You see why it’s so hard to think or write about anything else.
Imagine a clever and insightful transition here as I abruptly change the subject.
I read an interesting book recently. The New Voices of Science Fiction is an outstanding collection of short sci fi stories from around the world. Every story was engrossing, and funny, and a little scary. When a time traveling fisherwoman fears being caught by a librarian, you know you’re in for a ride!