Last Political Dance

I can’t get the general election off my mind so I’ll write about it again. This cycle will be my last dance as an activist.

Inevitably, I’ll attend a few events, donate money, and offer counsel when asked in 2026. I would like to see the governor thrown out of office, along with her coterie of Republican lackeys and extremists. At the same time, I plan to scale back my political work going forward. It is time for the next generation to take the reins of this political wagon. In many ways, they already have.

Every political poll I read shows the candidates for president and for our congressional district within the margin of error. There is plenty of anecdotal evidence that some long-time Republicans plan to vote for Kamala Harris because of the sh*t show the Trump campaign has become. Whether they will go beyond the top of the ticket is something not asked by people who discovered hidden Harris-Walz votes. We’ll see how it goes, yet on Sept. 15, Trump’s lead in Iowa shrunk to within the margin of error at 47-43 percent.

I don’t believe Trump is planning to win the old fashioned way by getting the most votes. I don’t see him doing anything to get more votes. It is widely expected Harris will lead in the popular vote.

Regarding the outdated electoral college, it is too close to call in Pennsylvania, Michigan, Wisconsin, North Carolina, Arizona, Nevada, New Hampshire, and Georgia. Trump is believed to have a plan to steal the election by creating so much confusion on and after election day with regard to state level electors that the U.S. House of Representatives will decide who is the next president. Or maybe it will take another form. It’s anyone’s guess today whether that is even possible. I have no doubt Trump has a plan to win any way he can to the detriment of our Democratic Republic. His plans are not about us, they are about him.

Christina Bohannan winning the First District Congressional seat would be a big deal. It would be a return to normalcy after having a congresswomen who keep her lips close to the rear end of Mike Johnson and Donald Trump. The magic eight ball is hazy on that race.

I was the only person on the state park trail Monday morning. It is often like that. I walk at a quick pace to keep my heartbeats per minute above the goal rate. So far I have been able to get in at least five walks per week. It is likely for the best no one was around because I would stop and talk politics with anyone I know, defeating the effort to raise my heartbeats per minute.

A week from the election there are some positive signs. Not enough to lift the tension that keeps us on the edge of our lives. At seven days to go, I’m ready for this thing to be over. So is most everyone I know.