Hovering over the polls, I’m a broke junkie skirting a motel by the Holland Tunnel circa 1981. I’m breaking out in a rash, biting my nails again, and developing new twitches… And like the poll watching junkie that I am (I realize how that sounds), I’m going to finish this post with a pic of my final statement until the 9th of November, return to Real Clear Politics, and find another way to interpret the numbers (pennies in my pocket).
Despite my fears, despite the ad hominem, despite the fact that the thirteen Facebook friends I still have who are voting for Trump are unswayable,… I’m going to try a totally different approach. I’m putting this out there, a statement to ride the waves of bad energy traversing this country like the fix that’s overwhelming my senses.
[Now, back to the electoral college map for another interactive session.]
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