Well, here it is . . . the night before the big day. The biggest, most important election of my lifetime. I find myself wavering between being hopeful and optimistic (those D+11 polls are laugh out loud hilarious; no way are dems showing up in those numbers) and anxious and worried. I’ve read the predictions, read the polls, read the pundits, and . . . I honestly can’t understand how this election is so close. It seems impossible to me that Americans can still be taken in by the naked emperor wannabe. But it seems they are . . . at least enough so for people to be saying that this election is close.
I’m not so sure, and looking at the crowds that are gathering for the humble, competent, balanced Romney and the hottie fiscal genius Ryan, I can’t help but be reminded of obnoxious, petty, petulant, and unhinged 0’s ’08 crowds. Granted people aren’t swooning and fainting and acting like total idiots, but that’s a good thing in my book. Leftists–those who aren’t insanely predicting a 0 blow-out–are calling this election “too close to call” and a “tie,” so that’s also a good sign. They aren’t saying it’s a 0 win, and they would be if they thought it was really too close to call. I’ve seen exactly one Obama-Biden sign and scores of Romney-Ryan ones, so that’s also heartening. Florida, at least where I am, seems to be going the right way.
After I vote for Romney/Ryan tomorrow, I’m heading to Chik-Fil-A again–a lot of people on Twitter are talking about this, and I think it’s a great idea. And then, yummy chicken goodness in hand, I’ll be settling in for the results to roll in. I would not be in the least surprised by a Romney landslide, but . . . I’m not counting on it, either. Praying for it, wishing for it, hoping against hope for it, yes, yes, yes.
I hate this. Hate it. I hate not knowing what is going to happen to our great country–will we do the right thing and avert true disaster? Or will we not? Are we too far gone?
So what are you thinking? Who do you think will win? By how much? And why do you think that?