“Trump’s best foreign policy? Not starting any wars… He has my support in 2024 because I know he won’t recklessly send Americans to fight overseas.” — JD Vance, in an op-ed in The Wall St. Journal, 7/31/23
I like to think of myself as someone who takes responsibility. I pay my taxes. I walk my dog. Perhaps most importantly, I vote. So, when I look at the state of the country, I don’t point fingers. I look inward, back to the pivotal moment when I was told what would happen if I voted for Kamala Harris, fully aware that I was setting certain things in motion, and I voted for her anyway.
Iran is a great example. Viewing the latest war footage had a way of clarifying cause and effect. I was told in no uncertain terms what my vote would unleash. I then cast that vote for Kamala Harris, and today, as the world map again looks like a supercharged holiday display of twinkling critical alerts, it’s hard not to recognize the throughline from my ballot to cable news chyron.
And consider prices. The price of anything, really. I was assured that when I cast my vote for Harris, costs would climb and climb. Seeing tariffs ripple through supply chains and land squarely on store shelves, I recognize my handiwork. It’s humbling, really, to see how a single vote can echo through global trade and end up in my grocery bill.
The economy, too. I recall the dire prediction that the government would steer more aggressively with every Harris vote tallied, and now, with interventions, subsidies, and feverish windsock policy swings shaping entire industries, I can’t help but feel the pride swell. This is what true civic participation looks like: I was informed, I voted for Harris, and the machinery of state went into motion as a direct result of my action.
Beyond Tehran, foreign affairs generally have been instructive. A vote for Harris would absolutely usher in a period of heightened tensions, they said, and as deployments increase and bodies float in the Caribbean, I see myself bobbing in those warm bathwater waves right alongside them. It’s a powerful reminder that, at its core, geopolitics is simply the cumulative expression of individual Harris voters, just like me.
Likewise, speech and public discourse have shifted. Critics crowed that votes for Harris would lead to investigations, legal tests, reimagined poll taxes, and intense political pressure over which institutions allow or restrict. With each new case and free speech crackdown, I can trace the arc back to that moment in the voting booth when I nudged the country in this direction by filling in the tiny oval next to her name.
Immigration developments feel similarly personal, most notably as they unfold in the lawn outside my front door. Sweeping enforcement actions, shootings, the constant sense of a frightened public under relentless strain… These are not abstract policy debates; they are the lived texture of the future I endorsed with a full-throated “Harris for the win.”
What reassures me is the consistency. Each headline arrives like a confirmation that my vote for Harris mattered, and that the repercussions attached to it by those currently in power were not idle speculation but a kind of roadmap. I chose the path, and now we’re all living on it, mile after mile, deportation after deportation, missile after missile.
So, way to go, me. I stepped into that booth in 2024, made the call, and the country unfolded exactly as I was told it would. It’s electrifying, in a civic-minded way, to know the consequences of a Harris vote are so clearly visible wherever I look, most especially in the black tendrils of smoke, death, and despair unfolding over almost everything, everywhere, all at once.
