Guest blogger Ryne Hancock tells us how he spent Election Night in 2016. It was in a club in New Orleans with a bunch of comedians. The evening was anything but funny.
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Don’t Let “They” & Complacency Win by Ryne Hancock
Long before Chris Trew’s creepy behavior sank him and his comedy club on St. Claude, a group of local comedians, including myself, gathered to watch the results of the 2016 election.
Adding to the intrigue was the fact that we were celebrating Kaitlin Marone’s appearance on the ballot for United States Senate, something that was commemorated with a sign from Jessica Hong that read “We Didn’t Do It!!!!”
From the onset, I figured that the sign was about Marone’s campaign (as I recall she got over 4,000 votes) and not the presidential election. Like most of everyone and their dog, I figured Clinton would eke out a narrow victory in the electoral college with maybe 280 or so votes and we wouldn’t have to be annoyed by that orange turd.
Then shit happened.
What was supposed to be a celebration became a tragic day for democracy. Instead of electing the most qualified person ever to the highest office in the land, this country decided to elect a dribbling idiot.
You can sift through all the reasons why the orange idiot won, most notably the bullshit about both candidates being the same or the fact that the most qualified candidate ever didn’t represent true white womanhood, but the facts remain bare for all to see.
We as a country got too comfortable with the fact that the 2016 election was in the bag.
This time around, we can’t get tired.
We can’t get complacent.
It’s just like what I told a friend of mine that owns a business on Magazine Street.
“They want you to be tired. They want you to give up. Don’t fucking get tired. It’s weary now but morning will come. It eventually comes.”
That’s my message to you guys that haven’t voted yet.
Don’t let “they” win.
Because that’s what “they” want.
Stay in line, mail your ballots, run the fucking score up to fight for the soul of this country.
Because in the end, the morning comes.
And my lord, what a morning it will be.