Georgia, District 18, your alarm clock is ringing.
January twentieth brings a special election, not fireworks.
John Kennedy is out; someone new walks in.
Five Republicans, one Democrat, and 100,000 opinions.
Here’s the important part, folks: voting is protest.
Don’t like the show in Washington? Vote against it.
Like the show? Vote to keep the cast.
Either way, your ballot says, I was here.
Real protest is peaceful, loud, and perfectly legal.
Burning cars and buildings is just arson with slogans.
Beating people isn’t justice; it’s felony stupidity, televised.
Breaking laws for any cause still breaks lives.
That includes torching storefronts or stuffing ballot boxes.
One wrecks neighborhoods; the other wrecks democracy itself.
So sharpen your arguments, then sharpen your pencil.
On election day, protest like grownups: peacefully, in ink.
Stand in line, grumble, smile, then actually vote.
Because silence isn’t golden here; it’s surrender.
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