November 3, 2020

Dear diary, 

It's Election Day.

I'm not sure why I should start out my diary entry with that, but I'm writing with pen so whatever. I suppose it's because I don't really trust the new president. He seems like the kind of guy you wouldn't trust with your ice cream cone or your car keys, much less an entire country. 

His name is Kade Orion. Yes, Orion like the guy in Greek mythology. If his first name was Hunter I would just die laughing. 

Anyway, he just looks shifty to me, that's all. He has no hair on top of his head, but the darkest, hairiest, eyebrows I have ever seen. And a nose like a carrot stuck in the middle of his face. And whenever he smiles on camera, the grin never reaches his eyes. 

His eyes are a cold ice blue and they don't waver or sparkle like a normal person. No matter what he's talking about, if he's addressing a serious problem or making a joke to the camera, they stay the same cold blue. 

Maybe it's just me. Me and my judging from appearances. 

Anyway, my grandpa is worried about Orion. He babbling on about how the election is going to start a Christian prosecution in America. I'm not saying it's impossible. Prosecution of Christians are happening in other countries, but it seems a little paranoid to predict that it will all start with one president. 

Well, it probably doesn't mean anything.