Carol and I took Betty with us when we went to vote early. I took Betty on a walk around the grounds when Carol went to vote. The building in which we voted used to be a hospital — it was the hospital in which I was born. I spent a little time thinking about that fact as Betty sniffed around pleasantly, but that wasn’t the main thing on my mind.

The primary thing bringing me down was that once again I wouldn’t be voting for something. Instead, I would be voting against something. That something I voted against is evil for certain, and I had to vote against it, but still it would be nice to vote for something for once. No way could I vote for Biden in the sense that I actually support him. C’mon, the guy is a plagiarist, he isn’t smart, and he doesn’t support universal health care, a living wage, making the rich pay their fair share, and a myriad of other things I think are vital. His invocation of religion in various speeches is irritating — our government was founded as and must remain a secular government, and appealing to imaginary deities to help us just doesn’t cut it. Perhaps I could think of my vote as a vote for Harris, but she is no progressive either. Nope, this election was just one more case of fending off the horde of rabid racist fascists who want this country to be a plutocratic theocracy.

Betty sniffed around a little more, and then I walked her back to the car and sat with her in the back seat until Carol returned from voting. I waited in line with my mask on and cast my ballot about 30 minutes later. Didn’t feel so good about it. Still don’t feel so good about it.