It's Frighteningly Simple

I live in a town with a population of slightly under 40,000 residents and just over 20,000 registered voters. 

When all is said and done today, I'll be dancing on the ceiling if 40% of all those who are eligible to vote have decided to do so. It's not usually that large a turnout around here, or anywhere it seems to me unless we're talking a Presidential election year even though the last time I checked, the President didn't have a vote in either the upper or lower house of our state legislature, whose members we are choosing today, or is also one of our Senators, any of our five congressional representatives or our Governor. 

But we'll all still stay home because complaining about problems is a lot easier than attempting to do anything to fix them.  And besides, why bother, right? 

Sort of a choice of cancer or polio, ain't it? Sorry, no it's not. 

You have these azzholes, and every and any variation of them you can imagine (picture the last days of the Weimar Republic but with lots of red baseball caps) with my personal favorites being the ones who want me to move on or attempt to 'whatabout?' all of their shady shit at every level of government for the last six years with me. It's called gaslighting. Look it up.  

The choice on any ballot is the same on every ballot everywhere and everywhere today.

Now stop reading this stuff and if you haven't already voted, go do that now, please.
Subject to your questions, this concludes my briefing.

-bill kenny