Well, kiddies. Did you have fun on Election Day? Did you vote for the winner or the loser?

On the first Tuesday after the first Monday in November 2025, we all won.

Once again, we made the decision. It was not some general or duke or some big shot rich guy who called the shots. It was the guy down the street, the old dude waiting for cold cuts at Hannaford, the lady salivating over the yummy, gooey cheese at Kimmy’s Eventide House of Goodies. It was the local guy trying to make a living off the critters that swim in the sea and wiggle on the bottom. It was the guy who drives a Rolls and the guy who sweeps up dust at the Y.  

We all made the decision. We participated in the election.

For the record, in Maine, there were two referendum questions on the ballot put there by folks who didn’t like the way our elected legislators rejected their position. So they gathered enough signatures to put the questions to us. And we made a choice.

Question One asked if we thought voters should be required to show an official photo ID. The proponents also added a group of measures that would have put in a series of rules restricting absentee voting. Statewide, 64% voted to reject their proposal.

On Question Two, asking if we should join other states enacting a red-flag law permitting relatives, housemates and police to ask courts to prohibit a person from possessing a dangerous weapon. It passed with 62% approving it.

Nationwide, the Democrats touted the big election victories in gubernatorial races in Virginia and New Jersey, plus sweeping victories in down-ballot races, as a resounding Blue Wave sweep. Some went so far as claiming it was a preview of the 2026 Congressional races that would allow the Dems take control of Congress. Ironically, POTUS and his allies in the MAGA-verse echoed their rivals. Even Steve Bannon, once POTUS’s right-hand man, warned MAGA-land that if they didn’t take drastic action, and Democrats took control of Congress, some Republicans might be heading to jail.

I put that assessment to our local keeper of public opinion, and stalwart of all political tidbits of tales, real and imagined. Yes, I called Ms. Pigette, the smiling figure holding up a mailbox on Route 27 on the way to Edgecomb and other parts of Maine. She usually has her nose (or snout, if you will) in the air for a juicy bit of gossip.

As usual, it was tougher to get her on the phone than it is to reach a human cable TV person who happens to speak American English. I asked her if she thought the recent election was a preview of a Democrat sweep in 2026.

"There will be lots of water flowing over the dam before the May primary. And a lot more will happen before the November general election,” she said.

We could be at war by then with the Bath-built Navy ships shooting million-dollar missiles at drones cloned from gizmos snatched from a shuttered Radio Shack store. And, the economy could be in the tank or on Easy Street with your kids’ 401ks flying over the moon.

Since the time of the cavemen, witch doctors to math Ph.Ds have tried to predict the future by slicing up chickens and devising AI logarithms. Look buster, these charlatans are no better than my best guess. If I could guess the future, you would find me in Las Vegas. Duh?

But I did find a few things of interest on Nov. 5. First, the new NYC mayor, a Bowdoin grad, no less, ran on a sort of Socialist agenda, but he will be judged by the way his crews pick up garbage and keep the streets clean and safe.

I was surprised to learn the Democrats picked up a trio of seats in the Mississippi state legislature. Demos win seats in Mississippi? That is something.

And what is going on with the Washington federal prosecutors charging a guy with assault after he dared to throw a sandwich at a federal cop? Then, after a long trial, the jury voted not guilty.

I thought POTUS's hand-picked federal prosecutor, an alleged ex-Fox TV pundit, was supposed to be a hotshot professional.

In my mind, they should have charged the guy with a felony for throwing away a perfectly good Subway footlong. That was a mortal sin. I love them.

"Say, by the way, Old Dog, I am sort of stuck on the side of the road. It is lunch time. Any chance you might drive over to Subway and buy me a nice, warm footlong with extra mayo?”