I wish I could promise a Biden win tonight. I wish I could assure you that this is almost over. But we all know I can’t. Everything logical says Biden wins. But 2020 is an illogical year and I am an illogical girl.
What do I expect today?
Chaos and hysterics and an early victory called by Trump, regardless if it is based on facts.
I expect Trump caravans to clog highways across the nation. I expect Trump supporters, many armed, to flood polling sites. I expect counter protests to follow. I expect Governors to panic. I expect fraud to be yelled throughout the day.
I expect inconsistent reporting of the numbers.
Spin, spin, spin.
I expect to watch the numbers come in and overthink everything.
I expect getting infuriated at the massively long lines of people trying to vote. Hours long waits to vote. In America. Again.
I expect to hear of lawsuits challenging the validity of ballots.
I expect to fear the outcome regardless of who wins. Either Biden wins and I fear how Trump and his supporters react, or Trump wins and I fear how Trump and his supporters react.
My hopeful, realist side says Biden wins close. 300 or less electoral votes.
My wishful, America isn’t as bad as I feared side sees a landslide Biden win.
My, we’ve seen this before AND it is 2020 side sees Trump win by the slightest of margins.
I expect to be sure of all these outcomes numerous times throughout the night.
I expect to have no idea of what is going on.
I expect so much.
But I hope for much more.
