My polling station is a Catholic Church a couple of blocks over from my apartment complex. After placing my vote, I ducked into the sanctuary for a quick prayer.
I will admit to feeling a little guilty about praying to the Goddess of the Witches in the middle of a Catholic Church. But they’ve got this amazing, floor-to-ceiling Queen of Heaven mosaic along the back wall, depicting the Virgin Mary in the standard Artemis at Ephesus pose, that frankly couldn’t get any more Pagan if they tacked a “Please Remove Clothes Before Venerating” sign to it. So I figure no harm done.
I did not, as my Strifemongers might assume, pray for Obama to win. It just was my usual daily devotion, albeit carried out in a different venue. However, I did make a deal.
If Obama wins…
[Jack, you’re going to want to sit down for this one.]
If Obama wins, I promise to stop expressing my political views in ways that mortally offend the people around me.
For example, I will no longer scream, “Fuck you! Fuck you, I hate you!” at the television while Jack is trying to watch the news. I will no longer make proclamations like, “I don’t care what you think: If he willingly represents the entire republican party, then he is, in fact, a bad person.” I will no longer suggest that the world would be a better place if Sarah Palin were to be eaten by wolves.
So that’s my offering; my sacrifice. I agree to muzzle myself, so long as the situation at hand resolves itself in a truly necessary change.
That said, should things work themselves out otherwise, I have free reign to develop a spontaneous, acute and unstoppable case of Tourette’s, the likes of which this world has never seen.
So, for me, it’s win/win. But I’d prefer things get better for everyone.