#MNR: FTDC4LIFE
 
“I hate a bitch that’s hating on a bitch and they both hoes. I hate a nigga hating on you niggas and they both broke. If you ain’t coming for no chili, what you come for?”
Kendrick Lamar
 
“Hop out suicide doors, it’s the Hitta Man. You don’t want to see them doors sliding on the Caravan. I know killers who was catching bodies and not one fade.”
Hitta J3
 
“I see you. You see me. [We] both see what we want.”
SZA
 
I hope it’s not too late – to set my demons straight. I know I made you wait. But how much can you take? I hope you see the God in me, I hope you can see. And if it’s up, stay down for me...I got that part wrong. The last part. It doesn’t matter why I made the decision I made. I gotta live with that.
 
I remember when Chico Del Vec said (rapped), “I caught a case. Fuck that, I gotta live with that.” That still might be the realest shit I ever heard, and I was raised by the realest. I was taught by the realest. I listened to and continue to listen to the realest. The Autobiography of Malcolm X, Native Son, and Things Fall Apart are my favorite books (in order – that weren’t written by me), so ditto for the reading. It all reaffirms Del Vec’s bar. Don’t matter what happened. You must face and live with your tribulations and transgressions. My life and the way I was raised and conditioned taught me I had no other choice. You buy the ticket; you ride the ride. Over the years, I have been swift to emphasize this to the youth. A MF is quick to do some heinous shit but wants a mulligan when the heat comes. No sir. No ma’am. You caught a case, all by your lonely. Fuck all the excuses. Meh no care for your blood clot cryin’. You were super thug when you did what you did (allegedly). Keep that same energy, my nigga. You earned it. Don’t run crying to mommy and/or place the blame on her for your fuckery amidst free will. I don’t want to hear of any type of police activity, either. Informer dem = non-cipher.
 
The irony of the Del Vec bar is that I see it applying to grown ass men and women as much as these wild ass youngn’s. You are entirely too grown and experienced to expect sympathy from me or the state. I don’t give a fuck, my nigga. Whatever you did – you did (allegedly). I don’t feel sorry for adults, so my advice is to go and get a good pay lawyer and fight the case. If you have to sit still for a while, I’ll see to it that you keep a lil something on your books. You won’t have to use Cold Craft soap. You’ll be able to cop a few honey buns for your stash. Do your time. We’ll see you when you hit the bricks.
 
DISCLAIMER: ME ENSURING “A LIL SOMETHING” ON YOUR BOOKS DOESN’T MEAN THAT ITS FINANCING WILL COME EXCLUSIVELY FROM ME. I HAVE NO ISSUE GOING PAST YOUR AUNTIE AND GRANNIE CRIB AND COLLECTING THAT CHICKEN. DITTO FOR THOSE NIGGAS YOU GOT IT OUT THE MUD WITH.
 
This doesn’t only apply to criminal activity. If you committed an act of fuckery toward someone or some people, you can’t get upset if they don’t accept your weak ass apology or your “let by-gones be by-gones” plea. Some things can’t be pardoned. You don’t get to decide for the person or people you’ve wronged. That bridge has been burned, and you don’t have access to a canoe. You gotta live with it.
 
Oh... y’all wanted a Kendrick Lamar album review? That shit (GNX) is phenomenal. I’m not one to speak on the “C-word” too early, but it has the vibes of an instant classic. There’s plenty of fruit on this album, front to back. He dissed a bunch of niggas. You have to listen to decipher for yourself. Some were blatant; others were subtle. My favorite track is “dodger blue,” I think. I love damn near every track, and more than a few could be my favorite. “wacced out murals” is crazy. So is “tv off.” So is the title track (my nigga Hitta J3 went dummy). So is “squabble up.” So is “luther.” “reincarnated” seems to be a veiled tribute to Makaveli the Don. “gloria” is another level of special. Listen closely. This is an amazing album. SZA is so perfect. Her voice is tailor-made for TDE and pg lang. Buy GNX, stream it, or listen to it. Pure fireworks.
 
I’m sitting in front of this Mac with Kendrick “heart pt. 6” pumping through my soundbar. Behind the Mac is my library, my pic with Felipe that Luzpi gave me before our last session, and my Black and white postcard from a prior The Marathon Clothing purchase. The picture on the postcard is of a young Nipsy standing on Crenshaw in a TMC “THE MARATHON” tee. He’s smiling from ear to ear, loc braids dangling well past his shoulders under a fitted, chain and piece hanging low enough to make Prodigy smile down from heaven. Damn. Nip’s up there, too. That wasn’t even my initial thought. I wanted to talk about how his picture, Felipe and my picture, and “heart pt. 6” had me reminiscing about days past. I don’t reminisce much these days. I don’t know why. I cherish those times and their memories are sacred. It’s just that nostalgia has been rare for me after Shareon transcended. But anyway...here’s to life and love. Love for our dearly departed until we join them.
 
BLESSED EARTH DAY TO MY BROTHER SEAN. LOVE YOU ALWAYS, MY NIGGA. ENJOY YOUR DAY. 

#MNR: IGNORANCE IS BLISS
 
“When it comes to alter egos – I got at least fo’. But they reason why I’m always ready, listo. Aight, I’m sly lingual. Eyes on the prize, I’m fly. Make eyes twinkle.”
Earl Sweatshirt
 
“Going through the emotions of gun holding. Long shotgun down my pant leg, limping. Killa Black, you still living. Even my pops too. He taught me how to shoot when I was seven.”
Prodigy (Long live)
 
“Gold chain choking me. Coke head provoking me to live my destiny. Jacuzzi water soaking me.”
Cormega
 
“To the chicks that get high with me, smoke la with me. Come on girl, why don’t you come around my world?”
Nore
 
They said they need that old Monday back. Political Monday is nice, but we need that upstairs Monday back. We need that bat cave marauder Monday back. That pal who’s up at 7:00 on a Saturday morning to get his dawg out the pound because Bergen County bail bondsmen don’t answer the phone at 1:30 am on Friday nights (Facts). You kept it political for a minute, Ty, and that was cool. But it’s time to switch up your tempo like all those beautiful sneakers you possess and wear. You know how you be styling on ‘em, fat man. Fly Gordo, ¼ of the fabulous 4 Cornaz crew. Always putting your best foot forward and all that. We need the hood general back. We need you to take it back to the block. Do your thing as only you can, Tyrone Cronkite, hood reporter.
 
Bet.
 
Eastside get the money. Long time, no cash.
 
Good evening. I’d like to welcome you all to the den of iniquity, located far off the grid somewhere in the back alleys of the internet. It’s your guy, Slim Ty Monday. I’m glad and thankful that you fell through the spot tonight – or whenever you read this MF. You could’ve wasted five minutes on a YouTube video that was top tier ASS and been a bit pissed that you’ll never get those 300 seconds of your life back. But you made the righteous decision to tune in to 115.3 on your FM dial, WUNB radio. Buckle up. We finna take flight. Light your aromatics. Make it foggy in your domicile. Roll it all up. Get superhero high. It’s time for #MNR.
 
Aubrey Graham. Oh, you insecure half Negro, half Jew, fully Canadian, sockcucker. Shame on you for sneak AND overtly dissing the good brother Pharrell because he sided with – his MF friend of well over 30 years and longtime collaborator who used to be his artist. I’m talking about Pusha T for those who may be lost. Shame on you for being exposed yet again. Why did you try to make it seem like you bought all of Pharrell’s old jewelry (all $2.6M of it) because he was in squalor or needed the bread? I found out that Pharrell sold his jewelry and other items on his auction site Joopiter to help kickstart the Black Ambition nonprofit, with proceeds to support Black and Latino entrepreneurs. The nonprofit invests in and amplifies entrepreneurs and creates business opportunities for Black and Latina female founders in fashion and wellness. Shame on myself and others who were lazy and didn’t do our due diligence, instead taking Aubrey’s word for it. I can sincerely say that I didn’t think too much about it because I am a Pharrell Williams fan. I’ve been one since “Super Thug.” Moreover, even if he were in financial difficulties, I don’t take delight in others’ calamity, tough times, etc. That’s not my nature – unless I super, duper don’t fuck with you. I definitely felt that way when I found out that bitch Vanessa got served her walking papers, but that’s neither here nor there. But yeah. This hoe ass nigga tried to shit on Pharrell, only for [the rest of] us to find out that, much like plenty of other issues Aubrey’s had with other artists, this too was all fraudulent. Pharrell was finally asked about everything in a recent interview. Being that gentleman he has always been, he took the high road when questioned, basically dismissing Aubrey as the fanboy he is. What a meat glazer. Pharrell is doing business with Lego. He is the Men’s Creative Director of Louis Vuitton. He didn’t have the time to meddle with that Canadian commoner. He, unlike Aubrey, refused to fuck the money up over foolishness. Big ups to Pharrell. I’m a catch your Lego movie as soon as it hits Disney+, you heard?
 
How’s NOCTA doing, Aubrey? Last I heard, you couldn’t give those ugly ass, overpriced sneakers and mid ass apparel away. Of course I’m lying. But I just went on Reddit because I couldn’t find any raw data on Nike NOCTA sales to corroborate what I’m seeing. I didn’t find any raw data, but I damn sure had a good laugh or 3 going through the threads. They roasted THE FUCK out of NOCTA, from prices of the products to those ugly ass sneakers (the Hot Step 2) he dropped earlier in the year. People said they were “bulky,” “chunky,” and equivalent to the lady Fila shoes all the Hispanic women wore a couple of summers ago – their words, not mine. Someone called those Hot Steps the Under 18s (six laughing emojis). I can sum it all up as nasty work. Oh well. You should’ve left Kenny alone, pussyclot. You’re cursed like the pharaoh when he wronged Moses and the children of Israel.
 
Married to Marijuana, stabilized persona. I bone the bitch anytime I wanna...stroking her down, provoking her now to go down. Stroking her down. Stroking her down.
 
Shoutout to my bro’s BM for taking a real nigga off child support. You did right, woman. You did right. Salute to you.
 
Fuck all you derelict niggas out there not taking care of your bad ass chillun. Don’t matter if they’re bad as hell. Don’t matter if your BM ain’t shit. Don’t matter if they stay at your grandmama’s house half the time. Sir, those are your chillun. Take your punk ass down the way to see the man and pay that lil child support right before you take care of your beeper bill. With your sorry ass. Your shift at the Taco Bell is over at 3:00 pm. Office don’t close ‘til after fo’. Handle that before we un-invite you to the next function. Please and thank you.
 
Part the crowd like the Red Sea...
 
I wonder...if I can successfully steal a house (mansion, a Beverly Hills mansion) like Axel Foley did in Beverly Hills Cop, can I too successfully cheat on my property taxes each year? What y’all think? Let me know in the comments section, on the Twitter, or in the ShopRite when you see me.  
 
Everyone loves a small dosage of ignorance in their everyday lives, correct? Shit, I do.
 
After years of discussion between CEO and myself, I finally found a good company to customize an Unbearables Crew varsity coat. It’s Black on Black (of course), with genuine leather sleeves. You vinyl sleeve wearing niggas are non-cipher. It has our fly guy logo on the back. I have one patch (for now) on my left sleeve that reads “1% Better.” On my left titty is lettering that reads CREW UNB with @tymonday underneath. It’s fresh. It’s a beautiful thing when a plan comes together, even if it takes close to a decade.
 
Matt Gaetz? Attorney General? PLEASE INSERT 10 LAUGHING EMOJIS. Rapey (statutory) Matt? I’m waiting for Demetrius Flenory Sr. to be named as head of the FDA any day now. Fuck RFK.
 
I’m done with politics until the midterms, but I’ll close tonight out with this. Everything that’s getting ready to take place in this country – y’all asked for it. I don’t want to hear SHIT. I don’t give a fuck. Let the chips fall, let the spit fly. We’re finna enter a four-year long The Simpsons episode. I’ve got my large cherry/cola/blueberry mix Icee and Cookie Dough Bites candy, and I’m well rested. This is going to be one shitshow of a movie, and I’ve got front row seats. I’m finna be like Ms. Celie when Sophia got to swinging in the Jook Joint on The Color Purple.
 
Mobb niggas to the exit, we out.
 
LONG LIVE PRODIGY, AKA BANDANA P

#MNR: I WAS WRONG
 
“You get what you ask for. So, get it cuz you asked for it.”
Jadakiss & Styles P.
 
“Players fuck up too.”
Powder
 
Last Monday night, I jumped on our platform and proudly proclaimed/predicted, after all my analysis for the past three months or so, that Vice President Kamala Harris would easily defeat former President Donald J. Trump and become the 47th president of the United States of America. Kamala offered positivity, hope, and initiatives which would energize the middle class. The polls said she was up. The experts said she was the frontrunner. I awoke early on Election Day and cast my vote, set to be a part of history. I saw and felt the energy. It was time.
 
Boy was I wrong. And much like in 2016, I felt the vibe by 10:00 pm.
 
Election night proved to be a slaughterhouse for Democrats at the federal level. Kamala and Waltz were the choice cuts. Americans overwhelmingly (relatively) rejected her plans in favor of Trump’s dark, xenophobic “America First” agenda. Trump received 312 electoral votes compared to Harris’ 226, claiming every swing state along the way. Did y’all hear me? Clean sweep. Nevada? Check. Arizona? Check. Wisconsin? Check. Michigan? Check. Pennsylvania? Check. The blue wall crumbled. The polling said Harris had slim leads in the three blue wall states, but all were within the margins of error. What happened? How did we get here?
 
The answer to the questions is diverse and nuanced, though I’ve focused on the predominant four factors: improvement on 2020 numbers in key states/counties, Democrats lost the Black and Hispanic young, working-class male vote, white women voted for Trump (again), and woke is a no-go for much of America, especially in terms of sexuality and gender affirmation.
 
If you are a Steve Kornacki disciple like me, you take heed to his words. The smart board further illuminates his talking points, showing raw data in every state, county, and city. From the close of the first states’ polling and throughout the night, he spoke on key areas in swing states where Kamala needed to match or better Biden’s 2020 numbers and where Trump needed to take back 2016 gains he lost in 2020. Damn it, he did just that. Most notably were Wisconsin’s “BOW WOW” counties, which Kornacki said would prove to be a litmus test in the 2024 election. The BOW counties of Brown, Outagamie, and Winnebago are population centers in and around Green Bay, including Appleton and Oshkosh. Trump won the BOW counties in 2016, but with slim margins. The WOW counties of Waukesha, Ozaukee, and Washington were all won by Trump in 2016 with strong margins. A strong night in Wisconsin for Harris would have signaled a strong night for her nationally. She lost all six counties. Checkmate.
 
Every four years, it seems that the Black male vote is a hot button topic for Democrats. I damn near went to war with some of my own on Twitter in the summer of 2020. Many of my younger brothers failed to see any difference between the two old white men, claiming them to be two of the same. I tried to explain how Trump’s brand was far worse than Bidens, citing the racism, xenophobia, and lies that are still the cornerstones of his political existence. They countered with the crime bill of the mid ‘90s, which Biden’s signature seemed to be larger and in a bolder color than the other 95 or so senators on both sides of the aisle who voted along with her. When all the smoke cleared, I couldn’t even get mad at my brothers. They felt how they felt, and that was that.
 
The exit polls told us in bold letters that Hispanic men, both young and old, prefer Trump’s brand of fuckery. We learned in 2016 (as if we didn’t know better) that Latinos aren’t a monolith. South Florida Cubans don’t view their non-American countrymen the same way an El Paso Mexican may view theirs. Trump did an amazing job of telling them something to this effect – hey, you came here legally to escape them. Do you want them here, knowing they stole their way into this very nation you risked everything to come to...legally? Hispanic men view Trump as a celebrity hero of sorts. They love his brand.
 
What do both Black (some) and Hispanic men (especially young men of both races) have in common? They both feel that they had no voice in Harris’ political agenda. Few of her initiatives, aimed at the educated middle class, resonated with both voting blocs. Trump went on the Joe Rogan podcast and amassed over 35M views before the election. Harris declined the invitation. Rogan’s podcast appeals to the “everyday” man, many of whom have grown increasingly disenchanted with the Democratic party and its policies. Many viewed Harris’ snub of the Rogan podcast a mistake. It quite possibly may have been. My take from it all is that most heterosexual men, irrespective of color, hold similar everyday views of America and the world. Now, you could take my word for it, but I came with receipts. About 3 in 10 Black men under age 45 voted for Trump. That number is roughly double the share he got four years ago. Roughly half of young Latino men voted for Harris, compared to about 6 in 10 who went for Biden in 2020. Checkmate (again).
 
The common thread amongst American men of all races is their angst for “woke” policies. This brand of woke is NOT a direct correlation to the struggles of the summer of 2020. It is in correlation to the LGBTQ community and gender reassignment. Most traditional men of monotheistic faiths believe it all to be an abomination. Moreover, they have grown progressively more disgusted with what seems to them to be a “gay agenda.” I can’t blame the white or Hispanic man because I constantly hear these talking points in the barber shop and even in discussions with my brothers. Most men are willing to “put up” with LGBTQ, even though they aren’t fully accepting. But to push an agenda (their sentiments, not mine) is non-cipher. The irony of it all is the Trump ad featuring Charlamagne tha God and DJ Envy of the world-famous Breakfast Club morning show on 105.1 FM New York. It showed clips of the two men speaking on Harris’ support for gender reassignment and maintenance in the prison system. Both men spoke of their disdain, arguing that they didn’t want their tax money going to such nonsense. The ad also spoke on transgenders participating in women’s sports. It showed a big, brutish transgender female on a basketball team full of “normal,” regular sized girls. The ad played incessantly during the World Series and on Sundays during NFL football games. It reminded me of my trip to Richmond three years ago for Homecoming when McAuliffe and Youngkin were at war to be the next governor of Virginia. I saw an infinite number of Youngkin campaign signs on lawns and anywhere there was a piece of grass, from the northside to the southside. I noted this to a few people that weekend. McAuliffe was the frontrunner, but my eye test told me that Youngkin had a freight train of momentum behind him. I was correct. Virginia went with the Republican, shunning the former governor and his liberal agenda. The transgender ad should have issued me a similar warning. It did. I ignored it.
 
White women were the final drop in the bucket that tipped in Trump’s favor. They talked a good one. But at the end of the day, they still backed the man who threatened to further strip them of the rights their mothers and grandmothers fought so hard for. Exit polls said that 52% of white American women voted for Trump (newrepublic.com). So much for cancelling out their husband’s vote. So much for women’s reproductive rights. So much for not looking back. One of my old BCBAs, a decent lady in my estimation, never revealed what her political views were in our diverse conversations. She hinted at a few things, but she always had a blatant cutoff point. Last Wednesday, she posted on snapchat for the first time in over a year. It was a selfie of her smiling, donning (pun intended) the infamous red MAGA hat. Wow. It is what it is.
 
I should have known better. Perhaps America isn’t ready for a woman to run the country. Or perhaps Trump’s message resonated much more than Harris’. Perhaps it was an unhealthy blend of both. One thing is for certain: on 1.20.2025, Donald Trump will return to the White House for his second stint as president. Y’all asked for it. God help us all. 

#MNR: CIVILITY AND THE HATEOCRACY
 
“Reagan is the pres[ident], but I voted for Shirley Chisolm.”
Biz Markie
 
(Sophia Petrillo voice) Picture it. America, 2020: COVID restrictions and closures, police murders and civil unrest. Many of us sat at home and watched as cities throughout the country became hotbeds for protests and atonement. The people expressed their frustrations at the state of the nation by taking it to the streets. Long standing Confederate statues in Richmond, Virginia (home of my alma mater Virginia Union University) were taken down by force. Parts of Minneapolis, Minnesota burned to the ground after crooked policeman Derek Chauvin kept his knee on George Floyd’s neck for nine minutes as he begged for his life, killing a father, a son, and a friend. Whilst riding around with my ladies Brandi and Rhino, I personally witnessed two Manhattan protests. They shut midtown DOWN. I remember Rhino growing impatient one Saturday late afternoon as we sat at a light by Columbus Circle. We hadn’t moved for at least ten minutes. I explained to her that it was more than ok to have all the patience in the world at this very moment, for she was witnessing history. The last time something like this happened, Shareon was a schoolgirl about the same age as Rhino was at the time, and I wasn’t even a thought in her brilliant mind. This had to be the spirit of the movement. In many ways it reminded me of the Civil Rights Movement in its unity and determination. We were fighting for our rightful place at the big table, not the children’s table, apart from the grownups. Change was in the air, and change was imminent.
 
After a summer of epic civil unrest, the country braced for the most consequential election of this generation. The incumbent Donald Trump faced former senator and vice president Joseph Biden. Would the hate continue, or would it be curtailed? That was the question on about 53% of the nation’s minds. After a photo finish election, the former VP edged out the incumbent to become the 46th president of the United States, and everyone lived happily ever after.
 
THE END.
 
Not quite.
 
Trump and his ensemble of attorneys contested every election lost in every state until all legal options were extinguished. Trump and others filed 62 lawsuits contesting election processes, vote counting, and the vote certification process in nine states (including AZ, GA, MI, NV, PA, and WI) and the District of Columbia. Trump and his allies went 0 for 62 and took a corporate “L” back to Mar-a-Lago.
 
Ok – after 62 failures, Trump was certainly done trying to steal an election he’d already lost, correct? Wrong, again. He and his team of educated dummies planned and coordinated a plot to replace several states’ electors (in states he lost) with fake electors, which then VP Mike Pence would recognize as actual electors, thus flipping the result of the election from Biden to Trump. When it became clear that fly guy (I couldn’t help it) Pence wasn’t having it and planned to perform the duty which was specifically set forth by the United States Constitution, Trump took his coordinated plan to the next level. After an incendiary speech on the Ellipse, hundreds of his most ardent and faithful maniacs strolled to the Capitol building, where they would breach the entrance after 1:00 pm on 1.6.2021. I watched it live, having tuned in since the conclusion of my virtual school day at 12:45 pm. Their plan was to “force” Congress to replace a winner with a loser. Naturally, it failed, but it would result in a full-blown attempted coup-d'etat, something this nation hadn’t quite ever seen. Many police were injured. People died. After such disgrace and INSURRECTION, certainly the era of Trumpism in American politics was over. Surprise, surprise.
 
Immediate fallout from the infamous events of January 6 was shorter than Bushwick Bill taking a knee. The outrage soon evaporated. Then House Minority Leader Kevin McCarthy made it a point to visit a disgraced Trump on his home turf. McCarthy left Mar-a-Lago having essentially re-legitimized an otherwise walking political corpse. Within days, the Republican party was again in lockstep with their demagogue, willing players in the MAGA movement.  
 
 For those unfamiliar with the term cased up, it means that a defendant has a stack of pending charges and court cases on his/her hands. Let’s begin with the federal charges. There’s the January 6 case related to efforts to overturn the results of the 2020 election. In addition, there’s the case related to possession of classified documents and obstructing efforts to retrieve them. I’m not done. The state of New York took Trump to trial over an alleged “hush money” payment to adult film star Stormy Daniels (born Stephanie Clifford) for sexual gratification. He was later convicted of all 34 FELONY counts related to falsifying business records in the first degree. He was given RICO charges in the state of Georgia related to efforts to overthrow the 2020 election results in the state. Although Trump has been able to delay his federal cases (with one being temporarily dismissed), they still loom large should he lose tomorrow. The Georgia case, much like the NY case, theoretically cannot be erased even if he is reelected. That’s if it ever begins. Oh yeah, Trump was civilly convicted of sexually assaulting E. Jean Carroll. He owes her a Larry Johnson Charlotte Hornets contract worth of money. Repeat after me – CASED UP.
 
I almost forgot...Trump was also convicted in a NY civil court for years of fraud relating to the values of properties he owns, to the tune of 355M, appeal pending.
 
2016 was a forever ago. So was 2020. But it is imperative that we revisit the midterm elections of 2018 and 2022. Democrats won a net gain of 41 congressional seats and reclaimed the House in 2018, stifling Trump’s divisive legislation proposals. They also gained seven governorships while losing none. 2022 will forever be remembered for the failed “red wave,” when gaudy predictions of Republicans winning a net gain of 60+ House seats fell horrifically short. By short, I mean they won a nine-seat majority. One of those seats was lost to our dear and beloved pal George Santos. Hey, if he can lie, so can I. Every state that had an abortion ban bill on the ballots saw its voters reject the measures, preserving reproductive rights for women in certain “red’ states. I guess I should mention that three Trump-appointed Supreme Court justices helped to overturn the landmark Roe v. Wade and Planned Parenthood v. Casey cases that legalized abortion at the federal level, leaving it up to individual states (Dobbs v. Jackson). Yeah. That didn’t sit well with women across the nation. Or champions of civil rights.
 
So, let’s tally all this up. Donald Trump is a convicted felon 34 times over, a convicted sexual abuser, and a convicted fraudster. To clarify things, he’s not running for commissioner of his neighborhood fantasy football league. He’s running for president – of the United States.
 
For the true political zealots, I have closely watched every valid pollster (Times/Sienna, ABC News, Monmouth, amongst others) and looked at all the early voting returns in the swing states. I have also watched Trump implode (even more, somehow) from the infamous MSG rally to now. I have been spot-on with my election predictions at damn near every level of government since 2020. My prediction for tomorrow?
 
Harris wins.
 
And it won’t even be as close as the major news outlets want you to believe it will be.
 
If you haven’t already and if you’re eligible and if you’re registered – go vote. It’s your civic duty.