Politics Unusual

I'm about to head out for the final day of get-out-the-vote canvassing. Tensions are running high at the local Obama office, threatening everyone's sanity and inner peace. In fact, I'm wondering if inner peace isn't indirectly proportional to the number and intensity of one's political opinions. That doesn't mean I'm going to stop canvassing, if only because the atmosphere cannot canvass on its own behalf, but the big test today will be zenning out while knocking on doors. Buddha JoJo here, to ask with interest and no judgment if you happen to have voted already, and if not, would you care for a calm and serene ride to the polls?

But my point was that this election cycle has been a radically different experience from any other. Last night I dreamed that John and Cindy McCain had to spend the night at my house on the campaign trail, even while it was my job to conceal and protect a zip-lock bag of damning evidence against them which would guarantee they couldn't steal the election. I woke up from that nightmare at 4 AM and never managed to get back to sleep. I have never been more ready for an election to be over.