MSNBC just called it.

This may be a bit hyperbolic, but — I feel like an abused child. Battered. Scarred. Nearly broken.

Afraid to even hope that the fear and hurt and hatred might end.

And it just now did.

:

Vote.

No, that’s not some charming Edwardian medical procedure.  That’s a suffragette being force-fed to end her hunger strike.

Okay, you know the drill.  People–male, female, black, white, old, young–died to secure the right to vote.

If you haven’t already done so, vote tomorrow.  Vote for the future you hope for.  Vote for the people who fought and died and were force-fed or hosed down or arrested to keep them from voting.  Vote for your kids, your parents, your partner or spouse or your grandma.  Vote for all the people in the world who have no say in what their government does.  Vote for yourself: it’s a little like giving blood, it makes you feel good.

And don’t forget:  Starbucks is offering free coffee tomorrow afternoon to everyone who’s voted (so is Ben and Jerry’s, I think, but they’re not as ubiquitous).

Go ahead.  If nothing else, you guarantee your right to complain for the next four years.