Welp, just the way the calendar works, this will be my last column before the election on Tuesday. I know who I want to lose, but that’s about all I know. And because of that … well, that’s why I think Donald Trump is going to win. People voting for Trump really, really, really, want Trump to be president. Plus, the betting markets show the same. And while some people voting for Kamala Harris want Harris to be president, I’m guessing a lot more really, really, really, don’t want Trump. Of course, this all comes down to seven states and a few thousand votes, so who knows. But yes: If I had to bet — which I’m not — I’d bet Trump. That said, I have a hard time understanding why anyone would actually want Trump, but that’s where we are as a nation. Honestly, for me, more than anything else, it’s the John Kellys and John Boltons of the world, people who worked closely with Trump the first time, and are saying hell to the no when it comes to the idea of a Trump redux. I mean, would you go to a doctor if all his ex-nurses were like, “yeah, not again?” I wouldn’t. The other thing that rubs me the wrong way about Trump is this … TRUMP {if he wins}: The people have spoken! TRUMP {if he loses}: The election was rigged, I’ve been cheated. Listen: You can’t have it both ways. Either the election is rigged, or it ain’t. That’s crybaby stuff. Also, since I’m here: I want to be a Republican. I’ve voted Republican for governor for as long as I can remember. Never for president. And never for Trump. And again: It’s the way he looks at the world. Pre-Trump, the Republicans were the party of individualism, where your success or failure depended — fairly or not — on one person: You. But Trump’s Republican world? The reason your life sucks is because of “them,” whoever the “them” is at that moment in time. I don’t like that. Of course, the Democrats — specifically the far left — can go take a running leap as well. The idea that a race, color, creed, gender, or whatever should get a leg up because they are that race, color, creed, gender, or whatever is nonsense. Everyone should be judged on merit, the end. And, while we’re here, don’t shove my face in your race, color, creed, gender or whatever. You want to be transgender, go ahead. Leave me out of it. I’m not marching, in other words. The Republicans are blaming everyone, the Democrats are forcing everyone down my throat. Honestly — and I say this with vigor — both sides suck. What this country needs — and what I hope this country gets in 2028, no matter which joker wins on Tuesday — is a president who unites the country, not divides it. And so, for the umpteenth time in as many years, I stand here asking — nay, begging — Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson to run for president in 2028. This — as always — is not a joke. Everyone likes The Rock, his politics are centrist Republican, and he’s repeatedly shown interest in the job. A poll in 2021 showed that nearly half the country, sight unseen, would support The Rock. “I don’t think our Founding Fathers EVER envisioned a six-four, bald, tattooed, half-Black, half-Samoan, tequila drinking, pick up truck driving, fanny pack wearing guy joining their club – but if it ever happens it’d be my honor to serve you, the people,” he wrote on Instagram at the time. This is not a bit. The guy is clearly smart, has enough charisma to run a nuclear plant, and everyone likes him. I swear, I am not kidding. In the meantime, no matter who wins Tuesday, let’s try and be civil with each other. I’m old enough to remember being able to be friends with people who don’t share my politics.