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Mary called me this morning.

And somehow I missed her call, but she left a voice mail. She was calling, she said, for Hillary for South Carolina. Her voice was soft, a little nervous and unsure. She sounded liked me when I was making calls for Bernie before the primary. She sounded, as I did, like she was doing something that was a stretch for her, that was difficult for her to do, reaching out by phone to strangers. But she was doing it anyway because there was something, perhaps, that compelled her to go beyond her comfort zone, as I felt compelled.

She told me we just have a week until the election, and encouraged me to get out and "vote Democratic down the line." Because it's important. That's why Mary was doing this, even though it was hard for her. Because it's important.

Mary, wherever you are, I'm sorry I missed your call and thank you for calling. Thank you for caring. I just want you to know that you don't have to worry about me. I looked up my ballot information last night and checked up on the candidates. I, along with my husband, will be casting my ballot November 8. We'll be voting "Democratic down the line". Don't worry. For Hillary. For South Carolina. For you, Mary, and all our fellow Americans.

I get so Damned tired

of Trump supporter/Republican BS. You go out to breakfast and you can't even get away from it. A guy in the booth behind us this morning was telling this stupid "Joke" about Hillary very loudly like he was the only one in the place. And as if everyone in the place must agree with his evident take on Clinton. Of course, probably most everyone else does, the white people anyway. The most galling thing is they think, because you're white, you share their screwed up mindset. I really had this strong urge to turn to him and tell him to shut the hell up. As it was I was prepared to move away from him when he and his friend drank their final sip of coffee and left. Thank God!

Then, going into the grocery store there was this fellow expounding (again loudly) on the evils of socialism and Obama. Why can't these people speak quietly? At least. Don't they know Obama isn't running? He also hasn't come for their damned guns. So now it's Hillary who's coming for them. Way to pass the torch, BHO.

I'm really hoping that Republicans are defeated so badly on November 8 that it will shut these guys up for awhile. But I doubt it will help any. Trump will win hugely in SC no doubt. More than ever I understand Pettigru's famous line about South Carolina being too small for a republic and too big for an insane asylum. Though maybe he was wrong about the insane asylum part.

A blogger I'm rather close to

just wrote this and posted it. I thought I'd share. https://allimakeallilove.wordpress.com/2016/03/26/bernie-sanders-receives-a-sign-from-god-2/

Thanks for my heart

It's much appreciated.

I'm no longer for the fringe candidate.

Because after Iowa you can't call him that.

Going the Extra Mile.

OK, here it is, another anecdote. For what it's worth. Talked to my sister the other night. She, herself, just recently came over to Bernie Sanders from the Hillary Clinton side. To tell the truth we were both Hillary supporters at one time. It would have been nice to see the first woman in the White House.

Anyway, my sister had her brother and sister in law drop by over the weekend. The sister-in-law is as conservative as they come. The talk turned to politics, because, with my sister, the talk always turns to politics. Well, the sister-in-law pipes up and says, "If I was going to vote for anyone, I'd vote for Bernie Sanders." My sister was so astonished, she was speechless. At least that's what she says. "Bernie, really?" my sister asks her sil. Yes is the answer. "Are you registered?" my sister asks. No, the sil is not registered.

"Let's get you registered then." So my sister sits down at the computer and pulls up a voter registration form. She isn't able to get the sil registered on line for some reason, so she downloads the form, helps the sil to fill it out and sign it . Then she puts it in a envelope addresses it, puts a stamp on it, and mails it next day.

"I'll probably have to take her to the polls, too, " my sister says. "She's not real sure how to use the voting machines. But it's ok. I have to bundle T.(her husband who never votes and whom she just registered) into the car and make him go vote. The only bad thing is, since I made him watch the last debate, he really likes O'Malley."

Talked to my Neighbor across the street today.

The Bernie sign I had up blew away last week to parts unknown. At least to me. Turns out it blew into the street and my neighbor picked it up and put it in the back of his pickup. He said he wasn't sure who it belonged to, but since I was already putting another sign up he guessed it was mine. Said he didn't want me to think he'd taken it down or anything because he didn't like the guy. In fact, he said, he and his son had been watching the debate and he thought Sanders had some pretty good ideas. I'm beginning to like him, he said. He's a working man in his forties or so, and anybody less like what a Berniebro is supposed to be can't be imagined.
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