Onion Cap

Election Day is the only poll that matters.  It’s not a binary choice since you have the choice of voting this way or that way (and maybe another way) and you also have the choice of not voting.  Trinary at least.  When the polls close and votes are counted, the choice is made, revealing what was going on all along, regardless what narratives has been created, solidified, and believed in.  Nothing actually changes with a vote; it is a reveal, not a confirmation of narrative.  We learn from it insofar as it conflicts with our narrative, just as we experience cognitive dissonance when new information emerges.

My Uncle used to pop his teeth out, just to be funny.  I thought it was horrifying, since I couldn’t imagine how a person could pop his teeth out.  Of course I learned that he had false teeth, and the sound of popping them out was more of a plastic on plastic rattle than a cracking of bone.

So Trump was elected.  Did I hear the popping of firecrackers and noisey whistles or cracking bones and dry screams?