It’s election day. If you’re registered and haven’t already done so, go vote. Take a state or federal picture identification that has not expired. Wait 30 years. Tell your kids about today. As always, a quote from Starship Troopers and/or Neal Patrick Harris is in order. Here’s a two-fer:
NPH: We’ve got one of their brains now. Pretty soon we’ll know how they think, and then we’ll know how to beat them. One day it’ll be over, and everyone will forget that this was the moment. This is when it turned. And it wasn’t the mighty Fleet, it wasn’t any fancy new weapon, it was a cap trooper named Zim who captured a brain.
There is reason to hope that today is the day we start getting the country back on the right track. Maybe we’ll reject the talk tough, hope for the best foreign policy of the neocons. Maybe we’ll reject the religion-on-the-sleeve, not-in-the-heart moral grandstanding of the social conservatives. Maybe we’ll reject the unregulated, debt ballooning, economy wrecking crony capitalism of the money conservatives. Instead, maybe we’ll speak softly and keep the big stick in reserve rather than waving it about. Maybe our morality will encompass the well-being of those living in the period between birth and brain death. And maybe we’ll recognize that our economic engine depends on a stable, prosperous middle class. Maybe.
So, go vote.
Oh, here’s a bit of election day inspiration from Walt Whitman, swiped from BarbinMD:
If I should need to name, O Western World, your powerfulest scene and show,
‘Twould not be you, Niagara – nor you, ye limitless prairies – nor your huge rifts of canyons, Colorado,
Nor you, Yosemite – nor Yellowstone, with all its spasmic geyserloops ascending to the skies, appearing and disappearing,
Nor Oregon’s white cones – nor Huron’s belt of mighty lakes – nor Mississippi’s stream:
This seething hemisphere’s humanity, as now, I’d name – the still small voice vibrating -America’s choosing day…