election day.

so every little kid in the united states
gets today off from school...
that's somethin'.
just so 30% of their parents
can spend seven seconds pulling a lever,
to elevate their favorite talking-headache to
a paper-pushing father-knows-better-than-best job.
uh-huh.
that's efficiency.
it's no small wonder every candidate is such a turd;
water finds it's own level, it's been said.
whatever, duders.
vote, or don't,
either decision, or either team,even,
is just not relevant
to the big fun and bigger action of real life.
and real life has more to do with what's happening than
any political promises could ever be.
for instance:
guess who has got cords of wood coming his way?
yeah.
it's me.
that was an obvious one.
but still,
i've got the split-up trunks from a forestful of
inflammable freshness getting dropped off at the fortress.
wood, kids.
hard wood.
that's a real thing.
in so many ways, it's better than soft wood.
(yes, that IS what she said)
there's my vote, y'all.
to not freeze to death.
my party's platform?
a bundle of wood in every stove,
and two tofurkys in every pot.
Folk Life Libertarianism.
live free or die-type sh!t.
ballots cast (away) make great kindling.
word up.
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anyway,
i'm all up in the dark half of the year.
and for a year and a day,
i've been all up in the wifely hottness, too.
that's a bright spot for sure.
things happen, duders.
wood gets chopped,
wood gets burned,
wood grows on trees.
that's the truth.
happenings, and things;
never quiet, never soft.....