Somewhere along the intersecting continuum of human language and written words we have come to appreciate the lasting effect of our words and expressions upon those around us and those who will come after us.
Today I personally delivered my mail-in vote for the upcoming presidential election to our Elections Office and handed the properly filled-out ballot to an officer of the court who sported not only a sidearm but a smile which made me feel better about this situation.
We all know this forty-eight month winter of our collective discontent – to borrow from The Bard – is almost over and we look forward to a world no longer disrupted by the pathetic and immature ramblings of an accidentally-elected president which grate upon our better angels and cause us such pain.
Adios.
It is written by my vote.