It’s the moment that I have been waiting for, the end of the 2024 presidential election campaign on November 5^th or November 6^th or maybe even November 10^th. Somebody is going to be challenging the result of some campaign, whether it presidential or assembly, and expect the whole world to come to a standstill while they have their way, throwing tantrums like little children all the way from the local courthouse to the U.S. Supreme Court.

There is a part of me that says I shouldn’t feel this way, that free and fair elections are the backbone of democracy. And I certainly believe in that, but it sure doesn’t feel like that. It’s hardly free. I just got my latest text asking me to contribute to someone’s campaign because the sky is falling. I got my last email telling me I positively have to donate $200 immediately or I will be responsible for all of the hell and damnation that occurs on Election Day. The state of the election and the results rest on my shoulders.