You didn’t ask me, but I have words of wisdom you need.
Cut down all the oak trees in your neighborhood, out at least as far as hubby’s cemetary (if any). Smash all acorns, burn all fragments, and bury them in quicklime. If you’re diligent enough, you *may* prevent an untimely vote.
Oh dear. His ashes are interred 40 or so miles away.
Got to run, much to do before election day! Acorns to smash, fragments to burn!