A ZOMBJE EXPLAINS THE 2016 ELECTION

​A ZOMBIE EXPLAINS THE 2016 ELECTION
 Trump is right. I am dead, and I voted, me and more than three million other dead people. Unanimously for Hillary.  Our neglected demographic turned the popular vote in her favor.  With better organization we will win in the congressional races and in the Electoral College next time.. Dead people may be the most neglected demographic, but we are the wave of the future.
 
It wasn’t easy getting out the vote. There are a lot of apathetic people in these apathetic graves down here. Some of us had been Republicans all our lives. Mossbacks, not about to start voting for a Democrat.at this late date! More important, the system is rigged against us. For example, many of us found our names had been erased from the voter rolls by officious bureaucrats. But we did it! Over three million votes! Enough to give that so-called President of ours apoplexy (Not fatal, we trust, since no one wants him down here.)
Are you surprised we went unanimously for Hillary, even though she didn’t pay much attention to our demographic? She treated us as if we were all straight working class white males from Wisconsin, with grease under the fingernails. .She never stopped in at her local graveyard.  She didn’t, have to bring wine, milk, honey and lamb chops, as if we were running an ol’ time nekromanteion,   Just sitting quietly for a few minutes would have helped.  You don’t get to be a great leader without contemplating the limits of the self, including the big one there at the end of the road.
  We could have helped her, big time. We know some grave truths, recognize a fatal mistake when we see one, or a campaign that is dead in the water, or a policy speech that bores everyone to death.  But.no!, she never came even  for a quick visit,
 
Still we voted for her, all three million of us. You ask why?  Come on!  Readers of this blog are well educated. You have read your Homer and your Vergil. You have seen wily Odysseus and copycat Aeneas go down to the underworld to find out what was in store for them. We dead folks know, things. We hear things other people miss. Waiting there, hoping to hear her light tread, we heard instead the hooves of four horses galloping in the direction of Washington. We knew, what it meant. It’s the Apocalypse, Stupid.