Well, mad props to TIME magazine for mastering the double entendre.
Regardless of the outcome, tomorrow’s presidential election will be historic, and although nobody will remember this bizarre campaign with affection, I suspect that its conclusion will not cool the bubbling hatred that threatens to erupt and make an awful mess. In other words, I’ll be glad when it’s over, but I don’t think it will be over when it’s over.
So, what to do? Although Canada is nice this time of century, flight doesn’t inspire a heck of lot more hope than the ugly fight we have endured. There must be a third way to a better future.
My personal vote is for a commitment to reduce hatred (whether or not it is on the official ballot), beginning in my own heart and extending to actions that will have a similar effect on others. That seems particularly worthwhile to me.
Don’t be fooled into thinking that life will instantly be better once the results are final. But don’t be fooled into thinking that things cannot be better. Better is surely worth the struggle.
I mean, the Cubs won the World Series. The possibilities are endless.