We can hear the metaphorical waves washing the beach in the distance like it’s the very morning of D-Day itself. We are nervous. We know election day is near. Who knew it would feel so June 6th, 1944, on the way to November 5th, 2024.
E-Day. Election Day. Our D-Day.
We’ve canvassed and phone banked our sectors. We’ve been on voters like Quail on a seed block. We’ve waved signs and raised old glory high and we’ve donated, please text STOP STOP STOP and we’ve volunteered.
We are ready for this day. We can hear the waves crashing against the drop gate of the landing craft.
We’re coming for you, you orange Nazi son of a bitch. You are going down you sick bastard. You are dying in a jail cell.
We hear the incoming, the dirty lying ads, the endless dark money coming at our candidates. They’re exploding on TV and online all around us.
Veterans for Trump make my hands shake with rage.
A Trumper plotting a massacre fired shots at a Democratic outpost.
But we are not going back. We are never going back.
And We, the teeming masses yearning to be free, We, the world’s mutts, the Palookas, the great American mongrels who swept across Europe and liberated the west are being called on to do it again, only this time we’re liberating our homeland from the grip of another Hitler, an American Hitler, come this election day.
We know Trump is a low-rent American Hitler, a racist thug, a clownish dolt, holding a foul and vile racist rally on the same day in the same place as the loser American Nazis did in ‘39.
His corrupt Germanic soul is poisoned.
To read a detailed account of the rally click on this link. (The Bulwark is a terrific anti-Trump site run by former conservatives of note. I enjoy reading them all.)
We can feel this must-win election day coming.
We fret. We work. We grit our teeth. We dare to dream and hope and soon the door of this LST will drop and we’ll race to the voting booth and hope no one will shoot at us.
Together we chant hard work is good work.
Kamala is our Rosie the Riveter and Walz is our Ike.
The hours rock under us like great waves and it’s like a rollercoaster as we get closer to shore. To E-Day. And we all know this for sure.
She’s going to win. She’s going to kick his ass. American women are smarter than men. They’re going to kick their red asses up and down the ballot and turn Arizona blue.
When the Orange Hitler is gone there’ll be dancing in Times Square. And probably on Congress.
I’ll see you at the election night party.
Epilogue: It’s E-Day + 12 and Arizona is now about to post its final tally.
If you found this a good read you may enjoy my account of Trump defeating FDR in the thirties:
This 81 year old woman is NOT going back!
We WILL WIN!
Give ‘em Hell girls! (And you guys too if you’re man enough!)