Writer's Notebook, Day Seven-Hundred-And-Ninety-One

It is the night before the election.  Like many, I have already cast my ballot, a few days ago at an early voting location, and I am attempting to be hopeful that we may be able to rid the nation of the current regime.  Of course, I do not believe the election itself is enough to create change in a real sense, but continuing as things are now is a clear path to disaster, and I recognize the dangers that I might well face if this is not stopped.  Of course, their is the real possibility that even an outcry by the populace will not be enough, in ways that are even more upsetting than the typical oddities of American electoral processes.  It is terrifying to know that their is a possibility that the current administration is prepared to make certain they maintain power if they do not win, that this is a clear and intended strategy.  It is terrifying as an intention within a supposed democratic nation, even before the recognition that it might actually occur.  Considering that realty suggests a deeper defeat that has already passed, but if we can avoid that outcome, perhaps it might be possible to change things in a way that will rectify those awful possibilities.  Of course, their is also the horrifying potential for Trump to win outright, that I may have to recognize the reality that more people are committed to his brand of hate than are interested in even the concept of working together as a nation in order to improve, change, progress.

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