It’s Over.

That is it folks. Tomorrow is Election Day in the United States, and I, like most of you, am excited to see this end.

But Michael, you posted every politically-focused article for the past 6–10 months imaginable…there is no way you could be excited for this to end!

Think again. Yes, for those of you that know me (and have followed my social media accounts since January of this year), you know that I love politics. I love the opportunities politics brings. Yet, sometimes those opportunities scare the hell of out me. I joined on to the campaigns as soon as I decided on who I felt comfortable supporting — and it was Bernie Sanders.

Yes, I went to Iowa — cold, blustery Iowa — to canvass with some friends. I walked the streets of tiny Jesup, Vinton, and Waterloo, Iowa so much that I had blisters on top of blisters. Sharply cold winds blew through the loose floorboards in a shacker house we were given by the Sanders campaign, so much so that I balanced myself on the wood planks I could feel through the carpet. This way, I could stay as warm as possible. As groups and groups came in to huddle on the floors throughout the night, I began to see the difference in campaign finance and campaign structure — especially compared to my friends who campaigned for Hillary in Iowa that had beds, electricity, and packed lunches each day. The difference was stifling. However, I wouldn’t want to have changed my experience at all. I saw the inner-workings of a grassroots campaign, lived it, and got to see the man himself speak at a rally — Bernie, that is. Plus, I got to learn about the important placement of door literature. Where else but Iowa?

As we all know, the field got a lot tougher for Bernie than coming in second in the decimal point victory achieved by Mrs. Clinton in Iowa. Soon, math tightened as race after race made it clearer that Hillary would be the Democratic Party nominee. I was an early jumper, switching to the Hillary Campaign in mid-April, fully dedicating my skills and time to electing the country’s first woman president. I have my Bernie shirts folded in the back of my crowded dresser drawer, kept only as mementos. What use would they be, what purpose did my time serve if I did not do everything I could to keep a racist, sexist, bigoted demagogue like Donald Trump (at the time the presumptive Republican nominee) out of the White House?

Yes, I even had friends that told me “Wouldn’t it be funny if Trump won?” “Wouldn’t it be hilarious?” No. No, it would not.

With the faint laughter of my misguided friends ringing in my ears, I started phone-banking and canvassing during the summer in Washington DC, Maryland, and Virginia. Soon, I realized that at my disposal were many other friends from all over the country on social media. What harm could publishing various political news stories do? Everyone needs to know the facts in an election cycle desperately plagued by lies and deception. I apologize for the number of the posts, but I do not apologize for the purpose. People do not understand, on large-scale, the political implications of their decisions. People do not understand the issues, and in this year’s election more than ever before, people do not understand the candidates. I did my best to bring light to those subjects and better inform those with whom I am friends.

…and here we are. The night before the election. My vote for Mrs. Clinton was cast three weeks ago thanks to absentee voting and all I can do tomorrow is sit and watch. I hope all of you are in the same boat — done voting and ready to watch — because, trust me, we are in for a hell of a Tuesday night. If you can not yet say that you are done voting — stop reading this article and go vote.

I’ll wait.

The culmination of the most unorthodox political campaign in modern American political history is ending, and with it, a landmark will be witnessed: either the country’s first woman president or the country’s first wannabe dictator. The stakes, as you know, are insanely high. The qualifications between the two could not be more unmatched. 30 years of political experience to 0. Enough experience to make many in the political sphere — fellow politicians and the current president — say that Hillary Clinton is the most qualified candidate for President of the United States.

Then, there is bigotry. Racism. Sexism. Sexual assault. Bankruptcies. Everything we say we do not want for our kids, all wrapped up in one. This candidate, Donald Trump is up against everything we say we want our kids to witness, Hillary Clinton. The question is, which do you want to witness?

Whoever you vote for, just make sure you vote. I will be watching with some bourbon and friends. We all could use some bourbon and friends now.

…and no, you will not be seeing as many political posts after Tuesday’s results — at least until next election cycle.