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On Election Day

I never could stand the gritted-teeth tones of Election Day coverage.

"Will she or won't she win, in light of the surge in negative ads?" "What will be the impact of fake Facebook groups?" "Is big money going to prevail?" "Can voters overcome the false claims that Trump is making, and choose for themselves?"

It's not so much the content, though there's plenty to be outraged about (and we should be). I'm against fake news, voter suppression, big money in politics, and falsehoods of every type.

It's just that on Election Day, it's time to make history, not read reporting on it. It's time to seize control over anxiety and DO something. Gather your loved ones and go to the polls. Talk about what matters. Then, tell them you love them.

You may be wondering: Where does kindness come in?

Only everywhere.

Bring a neighbor to the polls. Take donuts to the poll watchers and election judges. While you're at it, give your grandma a call, just because.

Stay off Twitter, in an act of kindness to yourself.

We'll all know soon enough.


Comments

Prianka Nair said…
This is so lovely and so true!

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