I’ll be frank. And I apologize in advance for the gloom this post may cause. I fell into bed last night with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, hoping against hope that somehow Donald J. Trump—the man who for decades supported the very politicians whose liberal policies we conservatives of all flavors have battled for years—will lose the Indiana primary this evening. The past week comprised a literal roller coaster of emotions: One poll showed Ted Cruz leading Donald Trump by double digits. Another showed the polar opposite. And for those of us who pay close attention to the race for the White House during every waking moment of every day know that Indiana is likely the make or break state for this primary season. And our Republic is at stake. To say I’m concerned is an understatement.

Firstly, there’s this on the man likely to secure the GOP nomination:

Prove he’s not Adolph Hitler? So that’s the new litmus test for the Republican nominee? Oy.

Further, as a contested convention—that just days ago seemed a sure thing—looks more and more in doubt, reports from multiple sources say that some of Senator Cruz’s unbound delegates are “drifting” toward Trump. (Let’s hope they’re not caving to bullying from Trump and his supporters, because the way to deal with a bully is not to yield, but to show them you won’t be harassed without repercussion. Let’s hope they stand firm. And by all means, vote, even if you think your vote won’t matter. It does!)