Pennsylvania Democrats/Election Night

First off, I took the train to Philly for Kamala’s GOTV rally last night, and it was magical and unforgettable. Second, PA Democrats could only have tried harder if we had grabbed people by the hair and dragged them down the street to vote. Dems were calling each other right and left and canvassing on top of one another as well. I am feeling at the moment like Philly Puerto Ricans could save Democracy–great turnout! Very glad that the students up at Lehigh University are still able to vote since they were in line, had been in line-since before 8 pm. But OMG, PA processing of the 2 million mail-in ballots could take 3 days! If I still worked at the County, I’d be getting some OT for that.

Well, she’s going to win ok? She’s just going to win.

Ah, my hero Brad Raffensperger. . .

Trump, you freaking idiot, there is NO cheating in Philly! Go to hell! Philly is being careful and conscientious!

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OMG. Where the hell is the blue wall? What is wrong with everyone?!

So this is what America wants. A fascist. A racist. A rapist. A convicted felon.

Phoebe is a Pleasant Girl

My mom found a collection of perhaps every report card I ever had. My being not a total annoyance to have in class (ike Trump probably was) seemed to be one of the themes. If if ever write a memoir, or a biography is written by someone willing to tackle my absolutely ridiculous life story, they should call it Phoebe is a Pleasant Girl.

In other news, I dreamed I was trying so hard to declutter my house that I tore out sections of my high school yearbook that didn’t bring me joy. I was immediately remorseful and distressed afterwards! I woke up so happy and relieved that it was, (somewhere around here) still intact!

In other news, I will canvass on foot again today. And it’s the very last day to obsessively scroll the polls. Don’t Betray me, Pennsylvania. My girlfriend lives in an area that she calls Pennsyltucky. All her friends are Trumpers and won’t listen to a word she says. What will his cult do when he’s gone?

Miserable Fairy Tries to Do Halloween While Staving off Fascism in Swing State PA.

Trump awaits sentencing for 34 felony counts. He’s a rapist who doesn’t deserve to eat cat food. He’s orange and dumb and wants to gut democracy like a game animal, and the GOP has allowed the brainwashing of millions of Americans through mismanagement of this problematic thing we call the internet. I am calling down all supernatural powers of the universe to join me in the defeat of this sociopathic cyclone. Calling on every last angel and on the Creator that is a mighty overpowering Love that can crush, and bring to knees, and turn hearts, and see all secrets, and save all souls, and heal all that is raging and broken. Please save this sad country that is such a horrific mix of beauty and unspeakable sin. (How would this be for a campaign call? Not so great.) God help us–the last thing I say before I close my eyes at night. I think it’s eleven days until the election.

PA is Sheer Election Hell

Maelstrom. Eye of the storm. Vortex. The police in Perkasie let Trumpers put up their signs at the library (and the Trumpers yelled at the librarians). The library’s lawyer and the County commissioners made them take the signs down. Northern Bucks is awash in Trump signs. Doylestown is all Harris signs. I am doing what I can for the Harris campaign. I got yelled and cussed at by someone while canvassing in a little trailer park that I used to visit for work. The lady was going to call the cops. But since she was harassing me, she apparently decided against it. Swing county. Swing state. And we’re all having a collective nervous breakdown. I read the Harris-Trump polls and I’m like, “Oh my effing God.” My Mom says, “I like the news better when I hear it from Jon Stewart.”

Resolution

My mother wasn’t lost forever. She’d gone for avocado toast. I sat in the sunshine and read Shirley Jackson. I read it last night until it was on the brink of too scary. Then I watched a Woody Allen movie. The best line was about the main character’s mother’s literary salon, “the out of work reading the out of print.”

New Books/Where is She?

When I left work they gave me a gift card for a local bookshop. I bought:

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

The Fire Next Time by James Baldwin

Villette by Charlotte Bronte

The Women Behind the Door by Roddy Doyle

I still have $30 left to spend and $10 coming from the Frequent Reader Club, so that’s nice.

I am starting with Shirley Jackson since a spooky book is fun at Halloween. Last year I read Carmilla by Sheridan Le Fanu.

My 85 year old mother left the bookshop without telling me where she was going. She’s of sound mind, but . . . .where is she?