On November 6, I do not plan to vote for Jill Stein, Gary Johnson, Virgil Goode, Rocky Anderson, Stephen Rollins, Stuart Alexander, Ron Paul, Ralph Nader, or Donald Trump for President. Even if they show up on the ballot. Which most will not. I do not mind telling who I will vote for.
I just do not want some goon standing over me while I cast a sacred secret ballot or some filthyrichsonofabitch telling me I will lose my job if I do not vote his way. You say, easy for me to say, since I do not have a job. But I already lost my job because I got sick, and the filthyrichsonofabitch terminated me when I did not return to work on his timetable.
The thing I love the most about the American democracy is that afterwards the winners do not get to take the losers out behind the wall and shoot them. I’m not kidding. There are still places where this happens. I appreciate it sincerely that the
United States of America
is not one of them. I voted for Al Gore,
John Kerry, Michael Dukakis, Walter Mondale, Jimmy Carter, and George McGovern. Each time, I counted my blessings as an