It’s beginning to look a lot like…

Ah. The long lines, the grumpy people that shouldn’t be, the debating and arguing, the crying and stomping of little feet, and the big guy himself.

That’s right. It’s election day!

What? Yes, the big guy. El Presidente. Commander-in-Chief. Head of the Executive branch. The President of the United States of America. THAT big guy.

I have that classic hit “Who Can it Be Now?” stuck in my head.

More than likely, a mere 24 hours from now, we will know the outcome of our polling place picks. But will it matter? History is waiting to tell us. I could conjecture the probable outcome, but I’ll save it for another day.

If you do one other thing today besides read this, vote.

I’m not going to go into some schpeel about how lives have been sacrificed giving you the opportunity. I don’t think I need to remind anyone that it’s not a right, it’s a duty. And if I need to go on a rant telling you to shut up and stop whining because you didn’t, we, frankly, won’t be friends anymore. And that won’t be of my choosing- I’ll love you just the same. We won’t be friends because I’m too honest for you. I’ll be shooting you nothing but silver-coated, hollow-pointed, truth-bullets and you won’t have anywhere to run or hide.

Do us both a favor. Vote.

Oh- and I’d be reticent if I didn’t say it: FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! Vote on PRINCIPLE, not party!

Now.

Go.

VOTE!