Okay. Democrats, let’s talk privately for a minute. Remember 2004 when Bush won a second term and you were left with the sick, disassociated ache, wandering in a daze wondering how you could be so unconnected from the country you call home? That’s probably how you’ll be feeling Tomorrow night. Yeah. It sucks to know it’s coming. Like staring down five guys twice your size. You’re going to get beaten. You’re going to get bruised. But that all heals. And what’s left – what you’re going to remember – is how you reacted when those punches started flying. Did you close your eyes, jut out your chin and wait for the sound of cracking bone? Or did you stand tall, raise your fits, and get your hits in before you hit the ground? So go vote tomorrow. Because you’re in this fight whether you want to be or not.