Larry David in today’s Huffington Post. Everyone is sending it to me.

I can’t take much more of this. Two weeks to go, and I’m at the end of my
rope. I can’t work. I can eat, but mostly standing up. I’m anxious all
the time and taking it out on my ex-wife, which, ironically, I’m
finding enjoyable. This is like waiting for the results of a biopsy.
Actually, it’s worse. Biopsies only take a few days, maybe a week at
the most, and if the biopsy comes back positive, there’s still a
potential cure. With this, there’s no cure. The result is final. Like
death.

Five times a day I’ll still say to someone, "I don’t know what I’m
going to do if McCain wins." Of course, the reality is I’m probably not
going to do anything. What can I do? I’m not going to kill myself. If I
didn’t kill myself when I became impotent for two months in 1979, I’m
certainly not going to do it if McCain and Palin are elected, even if
it’s by nefarious means. If Obama loses, it would be easier to live
with it if it’s due to racism rather than if it’s stolen. If it’s
racism, I can say, "Okay, we lost, but at least it’s a democracy. Sure,
it’s a democracy inhabited by a majority of disgusting, reprehensible
turds, but at least it’s a democracy." If he loses because it’s stolen,
that will be much worse. Call me crazy, but I’d rather live in a
democratic racist country than a non-democratic non-racist one. (It’s
not exactly a Hobson’s choice, but it’s close, and I think Hobson would
compliment me on how close I’ve actually come to giving him no choice.
He’d love that!)