US Midterm Election Night 2018

As a bit of a political fetishist, I find the 2018 US Midterms especially titillating. We are all stakeholders in the result, but as a foreigner I have to sit out the plebiscite. Or, as they would say in my native Georgia, “fer-uh-ner” (my people put the “pleb” in “plebiscite”).

Poll security guard taps on side of voting booth structure.
“Sir, is everything okay?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve been in there an awfully long time, and ….”
“Heh. Heh-heh-heh. I’m just, y’know, ‘exercising my franchise,’ if you know what I mean.  Heh-heh.”

So, no shit, there I was … 10pm GMT, an hour before the first polls close on the East Coast, eating a PBJ&M to put an edge on it all.  Its transformative effects came on quickly and were a bit physically and psychologically disturbing (I hate eating fresh mushrooms since hearing the porn star description of Trump’s junk).

Now, at midnight, an hour of dread behind me and I’m tuning into election coverage for at least the next several hours. I’ll probably nap a bit at work, tomorrow; it remains to be seen just how restful that sleep will be.