Standing on the Edge

There's a pervasive, skin-wriggling awareness that it's Election Day, that something monumental, something completely expected and anticipated is going to come to fruition today. I'm not speaking entirely for myself, though I am entirely swept up in it. Indeed, before today, I was just glad that this two year long circus will finally come to an end, and yet I can see that this trial--of the media, the candidates, and the American Public--has been vital in grinding down the possibilities to the very best available options. It is unfortunate, really, that something like this didn't happen four years ago (not that it would have made much of a difference economically speaking--that die was cast by one Ronald Reagan and his compatriots). In any case, there is now the expectation that this is not an election, but a coronation, that what was meant to be for so long has finally come to pass and we are merely going through the motions. Though there is still anticipation, anxious worry that some disaster may occur, and God forbid it should; there would be riots, perhaps--certainly something far greater than the outcry after 2000. I would almost be concerned, if I really felt that there were any possibility that some disaster may occur. But my usual blitheness has kicked in, and now I am merely enjoying the moments as we move closer to kicking out one circus animal and blocking the path of another pack of them before they do any considerable damage.