As hard as it is to believe, it’s finally here.
After two years of painful, annoying, surprising, infuriating, and, on rare occasions, uplifting campaigning, it all comes down to this: Voters, alone in little booths, casting ballots that will decide which direction our nation goes for the next four years. I know that there were times when you (and I) thought this day would never come. The length and intensity of American Presidential campaigns have turned into more of an endurance contest than anything else, a two year Iditarod through the wasteland, not to mention a test of which campaign can raise the most money and organize its supporters the best. Whether such skills translate into skill at governing and leading is debatable at best.
I’m not going to tell you whom to vote for. Regular readers know my inclinations. All I’m going to say to my fellow Americans who have not yet voted is: Vote. There’s no excuse for not doing it. Regardless of what happens today, history will be made. Here’s hoping it’s history that gives us hope. By the time this uncharacteristically brief bit of prose posts, I will be at my local poll. Find time today to make it to yours, too.