I am glad that tomorrow is the last day, but I am also anxious to find out the result. This election has affected me deeply. It has become part of my daily stress even though I can’t do nothing about it. Whatever the final result tomorrow, I just have to accept it.

If Hillary wins, I will be excited to witness the first women president and I am sure she will be a great one, at least for the next four years. She has clear political policies to move this country forward. Her heart is in the right place. I am confident and proud if she wins tomorrow.

If Trump wins, I will be worried, but the people had spoken. I just have to accept him and hope that he won’t do too much damage in the next four years. America will be changed forever from the Supreme Court to everything else.

America has played a bad joke and it is coming back to bite us in the ass. We all laughed at Donald Trump when he said he would run for president. Who’s got the last laugh now?

After tomorrow, I will be tuned out of all this craziness. Getting sucked into politics is fascinating but also draining. I should just going back to being ignorant about politics. One more day to go. I can do it.

Amy Davidson:

Since conceding defeat in the primaries, Sanders has been one of the real champions of this campaign. He let his supporters yell at him and deride him as a sellout in bleak delegate breakfasts at the Democratic National Convention, in Philadelphia, as he endorsed Clinton and explained why they needed to do the same. He made getting support for her his priority, putting aside any subtle, undermining gestures that might have better preserved his rebel-rock-star status. He has kept doing so despite other revelations in the Podesta e-mails, ones that are not about him personally but about issues that he believes in—for example, about money in politics, as exemplified by the Clinton team’s nurturing of donors. And he has earned the right to negotiate hard on such issues in the future.

Ian Crouch on Samantha Bee:

If Clinton gets under Trump’s skin because she is a powerful woman with the gumption to challenge him, imagine how crazy Bee must drive him, assuming any of his handlers have had the courage to tell him some of the things she’s called him: “leering dildo,” “first grader with a head injury,” “tangerine-tinted trash-can fire,” “screaming carrot demon.” Talk about, to use Trump’s phrase, a nasty woman.

Bee is killing it.

Elizabeth Kolbert:

Donald Trump is the kind of jerk who authentically, genuinely, unabashedly inhabits his own jerkiness. The indifference to reality he’s displayed on the campaign trail is the same indifference he displayed as a businessman, a husband, a boss, and a taxpayer. His narcissism, petulance, and whatever other character flaw you care to choose aren’t under wraps; they’re on view for all to see and hear. In this sense, he truly is the real thing.

She concludes:

Trump’s disregard for propriety, for principles, and for anyone else’s view of the world is heartfelt. As a consequence, his lies have the emotional resonance of truth. And this is precisely what makes him so dangerous.

Dylan Matthews:

Clinton is, at root, a pragmatist who is focused on making the most of the current political atmosphere rather than pinning her hopes on transforming that atmosphere to make more expansive change possible. She works within the system. She doesn’t propose totally overhauling the way it does taxation; she proposes tweaks and nudges and expansions of existing programs.

Chimamanda Adichie:

Because Hillary Clinton is a woman, she is judged too harshly for doing what most politicians do—hedging sometimes, waffling sometimes, evading sometimes. Politicians are ambitious; they have to be. Yet for Hillary Clinton, ambition is often an accusation. She is held responsible for her husband’s personal failings, in the gendered assumption that a wife is somehow an adult and a husband a child.

Charles M. Blow:

To put it more succinctly, Donald Trump is a lowlife degenerate with the temperament of a 10-year-old and the moral compass of a severely wayward teen.

There is no way to make a vote for him feel like an act of principle or responsibility. You can’t make it right. You can’t say yes to Trump and yes to common decency. Those two things do not together abide.

An open letter from The Globe and Mail, a newspaper in Toronto, urging America not to vote for Trump:

This U.S. election, unlike any since the Second World War, is white knuckle time for the rest of the world. Foreign governments don’t want to interfere in your democracy, so they can’t say what they really think about Trump. But we can. We’re terrified.

We can’t believe that given a choice between one mildly flawed candidate and another peddling an explosive combo of bad ideas, no ideas and zero self-control, you’re having trouble choosing.

Adam Gopnik:

Trump is not normal. Nothing about him is. One need only look at his rallies, track the rhetoric they offer and the vengeful orgy of hatred and misogyny and racism they induce, to see just how different he is. His followers are not, shall we say, there to root on their favored libertarian in his pursuit of free-market solutions to vexing social problems; they are there to scream insults and cry havoc on their (mostly imaginary) enemies, to revel in the riot of misogyny and racism that Trump has finally given them license to retrieve from the darkest chapters of our past. (“Not politically correct” means openly brutal to minorities and women.) A ten-year-old screams, “Take that bitch down!” to laughter.

We need to stop his craziness.

Hate Rising with Jorge Ramos is a frightening documentary on how Donald Trump and his presidential campaign have given white supremacists the license to hate. Only six days to go and Trump must be stopped. He simply cannot be our president. This country will be further divided if Trump wins. If you are considering voting for Trump, please watch this film before casting your ballot. America needs love, not hate.