MAYBE EVEN A MILE

The election results are in and we can’t wait to see what you have to say about it. We are looking for inspiration, and really dont care where it comes from.
We pulled up to the poling place yesterday and found that we had to run a gauntlet of Red State campaigners, including the Nimrod who was seeking re-election as a State Representative. He is not exactly someone I care for. He voted against providing breakfast for low income kids, a measure which PASSED because the state legislature is not all the way full on idiots like him.
He also voted YES to test folks for drug use prior to receiving unemployment benefits. This may sound great at first blush, but as a recovering addict, we see problems innumerable with this kind of legislation. If we had a dollar for every drug test we passed in our using days we could score an 8 Ball. What about hurt people that have lost their job and take pain meds?  And what about alcohol? Weak, ineffective legislation that could punish those that need some help the most.

Anyway, he and his posse of Hombres were the last people we wanted to see as we entered the polling place. We walked briskly, kept our eyes straight ahead. We thought we had made it when a woman from behind asked:
"Are you planning to vote today?"
Well, duh, but we just kept walking. We were ten feet past when we heard the Nimrod say "I hope you can count on my vote". We may have missed half a step as we fought the urge to turn around and tell him what we really thought.
I'm pretty sure the whole gaggle of them knew they could not count on my vote.

So I marched my ass in, and for the first time ever cast a ballot for a Mid-Term election.
And for the first time I cast a straight party ballot. I hope I never have to do that again.
Our guy lost.
Our guy lost but we are very pleased to see that our county voted for the Democratic candidate for senator, the first time they have done that in many years, and statewide gave Cruz a run for the money. 
Many people in our county are as filled with horror over the behavior of Trump as us. The true lesson may be that despising this president and his synchophant Cruz, although understandable, is insufficient. 

The campaigners were still out there when we got through. Again, we walked by them briskly, avoiding eye contact. No one said a word. We would have liked to have given Nimrod a piece of our mind, but we were not in the right mood for it. We would have told him to go fuck himself.

We felt relieved that the campaigners cant get within 100 feet of the polls.
They need to change that.
A half mile would be much better. 
Maybe even a mile.