“Oh wow, a statistical golden goose! Welp, that fully justifies my beliefs surrounding this. Looks guys, this one time, voting mattered! That means it always matters! And anyone who tells you otherwise is a bad person! Shame!”
I didn’t vote for Harris or Trump
My county still went blue by thousands
My state still went red by tens of thousands
Me protest voting didn’t matter.
My vote didn’t matter.
Me protest voting didn’t matter.
It’s funny, because I’m deep in the beating heart of blood red Texas. But every time I fail to vote for a Bill White, Henry Cuellar, or Kamala Harris, I’m told it is my fault that Democrats can’t keep control of Congress, the Presidency, or the Courts.
When I ask for a candidate that isn’t shamelessly corrupt and favorable towards genocide, I’m told that I’m a purity troll who has been tricked by evil Chinese/Russian/Iranian bot farms into opposing The Most Progressive Ballot Since FDR.
After I campaign for candidates I like, I’m a do nothing heckler. After I march in rallies, I’m told I didn’t show up for minorities or women or immigrants. After I donate tens thousands of dollars to sympathetic campaigns, I’m told that there’s no place for broke loser dropouts in the party.
Can’t imagine why liberals keep losing, though. They’re such a progressive Big Tent party.
