Like old stuff? Well here’s my current fave: “Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.”

So inscribed the architect of New York’s main post office. And, not really all that long ago, 1914…unless you include the Herodotus from which it is adapted…a reminder that civilizations do come and go.  These stirring words of our Postal Service are hardly fighting words. Unless you happen to be in the middle of a coup. Then anything is up for contention. Your three-year-old neighbor’s tricycle. Your three-year-old neighbor. Absolutely nothing is safe. Including the truth. Especially the truth.

So if it seems ever so slightly gobsmacking that our president is screwing with the mail pre-election, well, it shouldn’t. In fact, anyone could have predicted this. Although no one would believe it. No, he can’t do that. No, that’s impossible. You can’t just go out and…. Yes you can.

The answer? “Neither snow nor rain nor Trump.” What can Americans do this year except turn up at their local elections office, collect their mail-in/absentee ballot in person…go to the nearest safe place and complete that ballot…put the thing in an envelope, seal it properly, sign where required…then hand it in in person?

Plenty of states will find ways of screwing with this process, of course. Get it on film. Send in the cameras. Keep fighting.