I'll tell you one other thing: for too long you defeated us by playing our own morals back at us. And it was clever, I'll grant you that.
"That's racist" you said, as you destroyed the hopes of black American youth and turned them into nothing but prison fodder through your social welfare policies, destroying their families, and selling them an entire genre of criminal worship for their artforms. But we recoiled, because we're not people who want to think of ourselves as judging a man on the color of his skin.
"That's sexist" you said, as you set young girls up for miserable lives of loveless sex, low-paid jobs, addiction to booze and smokes, and then sold them psych meds to patch up the leaks. So we let it all, even "sex work is work," pass us by, because we didn't want to be the ones stopping our daughters being free to act and to choose.
"That's unjust" you said, as you turned the United States into a hotbed for trafficked slave labor, and damned the citizen poor to be flooded with drug after drug, currently fentanyl but many more besides, wrecking all hopes of self-improvement and driving people to actions they'd never commit with sober minds. But we didn't want to be mean, so we doubted and worried and let you sell us short.
This "moral" shit, this "voting is beneath me" shit is more of the same old crapola, you know we care about fairness and decency and it;s the only prop you have left after everything else fell apart, you have some notion you can psych us out into "taking the high ground" and stopping us doing what is finally, visibly, tangibly kicking your asses and voting like a cohesive, motivated, social movement, not just some freaky fringe you can purity-spiral and fedtrap into oblivion.
So you lie, and you nag, and you wheedle, and you do it at the exact same time that Democrats rally the faithful, give lifts to the polls, whine and canvas, burn and riot, and frantically manufacture as many votes as you can becuse you KNOW how the system works, and that the ballot box is, still, the final arbiter of legal, social, and military might.
You wouldn't have needed postal votes at all if voting didn't matter, yet look at the screeching the moment they're put under scrutiny. Look at how you cling to your dirty voter rolls, full of dead people's names and maiden names of woman who long moved out of town.
We are taking back our country! Legally, with a steady gaze and a clear mind, and with the moral highground firmly underfoot.
Suck it up, buttercup.