As pre-midterm dread creeps in, let me be yet another voice for optimism
My biennial election season freakout has begun! If scientists could find a way to harness my nervous energy in the days leading up to elections, they’d be able to power a small town for a year—or Rudy Giuliani’s liver for about 20 minutes. (Allegedly!)
But this year, along with my usual hefty slice of wry dread, I’m offering up something a little different: a message of hope.
Instead of obsessively refreshing 538.