vote-a-tude-a-thon day 2037: if you care, vote



It’s a game, but saving our future is not. Please, pretty please, vote.


I feel the cast of Riverdance in the center of my stomach. I am nervous like I was about to parachute out of a plane at 10 million feet (which I could never do). I am biting my cuticles, waking in the middle of the night, cuddling my dog so much, he thinks I’m bringing him to the vet. This election has me wanting to dive into a vat of potato chips and eat until I can’t think anymore (hey, that actually sounds sort of fun…..).


Every single vote matters. Don’t take yours for granted.


In my lifetime, never has there been a more important election. Some of you would say that I’m overreacting, as I am wont to do, but nuh-uh, this is the real thing. This is the difference between accepting a leader who blatantly and continually lies to the public about important things, so much so, that a certain amount of our population believes him. This is about the encouragement and support of hate from the top. Come out, come out wherever you are, bring your guns, bring your bombs, and go to it, presidentially approved. This is about blatant racism and bigotry. This is about nationalism and neo-nazi-ism and anti-semitism and all the other ism’s there are. This is about the end of civility and morals and the beginning of a dark and ugly period of history. This is about a rejection of climate change–and if you have children or grandchildren, the rejection of the thoughts of what this planet will be like when you are gone and they are here. This is about women being in charge of their own bodies. This is about democracy.

This is about your life and the lives of everyone important to you.


Your vote is important. So is your voice.


There are three days left to decide who you are going to vote for, if you are going to vote, what you are going to do to save democracy. Remember that Trump did not win the popular vote. I am begging you to create a plan to make your voice heard, even if your voice wants to scream “fuck you, Donald Trump, let it scream with your pen at the polls.

Your vote matters. It matters to us all.

gratitude-a-thon day 2034: you are not alone and you just gotta vote


Well, I mean, that’s what I’m hoping, anyway. 


The midterms are just 13 days away (16 hours, 20 minutes and 53 seconds, but who’s counting). The president is out there blaming the Democrats for the migrant caravan, which he claims is a terrorist organization. He calls Democrats “an angry mob.” (angry, yes, violent, no–we’re the anti-gun party, remember. We don’t even know how to use a gun). The garbage spewing from this sad and pathetic human (and I use the term loosely) is a non-stop festival of lies. Lies. Untruths. Human waste. And yet, if you say something, anything over and over and over again, people will believe it (ever heard of that guy named Hitler).

And so, as a Democrat, I give money (while I work at my computer) to the tight races, in hopes that we can flip the house (I’ve been flipping off the house for two years). And yet, I can’t help but wonder if we do win, if the GOP, lead by the head elephant will somehow delegitimize the election. In fact, it’s already happening. You know how this man hates to lose. So, get out your goggles and umbrellas, because the lies are coming your way faster than the wind of a hurricane, cat. five.

Powerful Hurricane Irma Slams Into Florida

But for any of you living in fear like I am,  there is this: more people didn’t vote for Trump than did. When despair comes lurking, I have to remind myself that I am not alone in despising the blatant lies, bigotry and inhumanity of this administration. There are lots of us. We are not by ourselves. (And I am grateful for every one of you!) We are strong and we are out there. And we are going to the polls to try and right the ship.

This makes me feel 10% better. Thirteen days. Please vote.





gratitude-a-thon day 949: please prevent the apocalypse: please vote.



This election.

Some days I feel like I’m reading The Onion, and not the New York Times. It’s like if Ringling Brothers Barnum and Bailey Circus and the cast of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest had a kid, it would be this election.

Although one of our candidates is really in truly not fit to be president ( actually not  fit to be anything professional that I can think of), we all have to get out there and vote. In fact, because that one opponent is not at all equipped to serve as POTUS,  IT’S EVEN MORE IMPORTANT THAT YOU TAKE YOUR HINEY TO THE POLLS.

Please don’t tell me you don’t care, because you do. You live here and the outcome of this election could make things really different, but not good different . And don’t tell me you hate both the candidates, because it doesn’t matter–these are our choices. And don’t give me any back talk about your vote not mattering, because you know damn well if everybody said that, it would illustrate that every vote does matter.

I mean, we could all sit around laughing that this is where we are right now, because let’s face it, SNL is pretty much writing itself these days, but the sober truth is, this is our election and our country.

I hope you will vote for the candidate I believe is really our only candidate, but more than that, I hope you vote. It’s your responsibility (even though this year it feels to some  just like taking the trash out, and doing the laundry–a chore you’re not excited about). But please, I beg you to get to the polls and do your thing. I promise not to ask you who you cast your ballot for (but sweet Jesus, I hope it was Hillary).