"It's Time to Vote" Whispers the GOP at 1am on a Wednesday

Asleep in your bed from a long day, you roll over. Without waking, driven by muscle memory, you flip your pillow to the other side. A cooler side. A deeper sleep.

Miles away from your bedroom, inside of a locked city hall, a hushed muttering floats through the midnight summer breeze.

“It’s time to vote,” whispers the GOP at 1am on a Wednesday.

Carried soft…