They go to the ballot boxes on Tuesday. A harsh ambush at a dangerous turn. It is an opportunity for the disappointed and the resentful. They have sharpened their knives. The lust for revenge gleams in their eyes. Daggers peek out from beneath their leaders’ smiles. The scent of vengeance, both old and new. They want me defeated. They want me imprisoned. They want me a corpse. I will not preempt the results. The party of the loyal stands ready, striving to shield both their leader and the nation
