"Arrr, David Marcus be sayin': Trump 'n' Harris be squabblin’, but me mateys, the landlubbers ain’t castin' their votes... yet!"
2024-11-01
Avast, matey! In me travels 'cross this great land, I be comin' upon two kinds o' landlubbers—both say they be waitin' 'til the final hour to drop their treasures into the ballot box. Aye, 'tis a fine way to sail the seas of democracy, eh? Arrr!
Avast ye hearties! As the days drag on like a ship stuck in the doldrums, the good folk of America be awaitin’ the presidential election like a treasure hunt. But lo and behold, most landlubbers have already cast their votes or be too set in their ways to change course by Tuesday!In this long wait, we be bombarded with graphs and charts, tryin’ to decipher which scallywags have voted most and which party be feastin’ on its own. Yet, who be left to sway? I reckon I’ve found two kinds o’ Americans in me travels — the “could-be” voters sittin’ in taverns, ponderin’ if they’ll even bother to vote at all. Many of ‘em leanin’ towards Trump, but needin’ a right good reason to hoist the sails of their ballots!
Then ye have the traditionalists, those stalwart souls who reckon voting on the day be the way to go. They’s waiting on the edge of their seats for a “November surprise” that might sway ‘em. Whether it be a poor jobs report or the latest scandal, these landlubbers could change the tide at the last moment. So, both crews be battlin’ hour by hour, for every last doubter could tip the scales of this grand election! Arrr!