Cats Can Count

Day 11: There is no time like the present to prove that cats can count. I don't usually wear my politics on my sleeve because I was brought up in an era when politics, religion and sex were not things you shared with the world at large. I was also brought up in an era when cursing was frowned on, when dishonesty in business and personal dealings was punished, when adultery was cause for social ostracization, when penises were never a fit subject in a campaign speech, when candidates for major offices (and even minor ones) were intelligent and well-spoken, and were the kind of people we held up for our children to emulate. No, we weren't perfect in those days. There were hate groups and vulgar people. There was discrimination. There were crooks and con men, to be sure, but we didn't put them on pedestals and idolatrize them. In fact, we condemned them, spurned them, in many cases incarcerated them as not fit to walk among us freely. We loved America for what it stood for: freedom and justice for all, a land of opportunity, a working democracy. Where did we go off the rails? Don't answer that. I know you know, right to the day. So here's your chance to get it right. Get off your furry behinds, cats, and go vote.