It ain't over till the fat lady freaks

It's September, 2012 and it seems that everything I do revolves around politics. I eat, drink and sleep liberal platitudes. So far my husband hasn't mentioned anything about me repeating lines from DNC speeches in my sleep, but it's just a matter of time. I've watched the whole convention about 5 times so far, leaving out commentaries of course. I don't listen to anyone's commentaries except those in my head. Some people may say that that is off the map crazy, but I think I'm very clever and witty and I make me laugh. Well actually I rarely make myself laugh, it's the material I steal from my facebook friends that make me laugh. I have surrounded myself with Democrats on facebook. That's not to say ALL my friends are liberal. I'm sure there are at least two that are not. But they don't talk about it to me, probably because they are afraid I will go off on them. My husband and I have some friends who are quite conservative and we never talk politics and that is smart. I remember reading an article about about James Stewart and Henry Fonda who were life long friends. When asked how they managed to stay good friends even though they were of different faiths (no big deal, I don't think) and politically incompatible,(totally) they said they never talked religion or politics. And clearly that worked for them and my husband and I are happy to follow their lead. The hard part comes in when others are not so amicable. Occasionally one of our friends will say something a little prejudiced or let's face it, snotty, about our President and it's hard to keep quiet although when aimed at me, if looks could at least wound, they'd have band-aids all over their fascist little faces. This is very nerve racking for me because I worry about the outcome of this election more than I have worried about any other outcome in any election. I used to say that if he could, Romney would get us into a war with England or France. Well I was kidding. Then he went to England and France. Oh wait that's not right, his visit to France was during the Vietnam war when he was actually dodging the draft and trying to persuade the unwilling French to buy into his religion. The French are traditionally Catholic and they don't even buy into that religion but Mitt was going to try to talk them into a more fanatical, less credible one . But that's beside the point. Hopefully the French don't have a great memory for details about religious nutjobs. And the English do have a good sense of humor, dry, but good. However, I doubt they'd be laughing when they are obligated to support us in another useless, senseless war with a country they are much closer to than we are. But I'm not really worried about England, I'm worried about us. The USA and in particular, my ass. I have no desire to go back to the 1930's when the only people who had it good were the wealthy white ones and Robert Welch Jr. was probably cooking up his ideas for the John Birch Society and the KKK was not really a BAD thing. I know this is dramatic but it's just some of the things I'm afraid of. The good news is it's not over. I'm a pessimist and I continually dwell on the worst scenerio and it's not necessary to fret yet. There are more and more people, it seems, who are leaning toward Obama and the chances of his winning is greater now then it was 3 weeks ago. And just when I get confident that good will triumph and evil will be beaten down, it occurs to me that THEY CHEAT!!! Will they get away with voter fraud? Will enough people give Ann Coulter credence and believe that it's the democrats who commit voter fraud and not the Republicans? What we need to do is spread the word. Talk about it to the dimwits, oops! I mean the nice undecideds. Get out the message that people must register to vote and if you are in a state that requires a picture ID, take people without one to get a state ID or whatever they can do to register. Because it's not over yet. It's not over till the fat lady sings, or in my case, freaks.