We all came into this world naked. The rest is just hats and T-shirts that tell everyone which candidate you’re voting for. In case you’re still on the fence about voting tomorrow (question: where is this terrible fence and how on Earth did you get up there?), let RuPaul be the voice of reason that finally convinces you to sashay into a voting booth. Get out. Vote. Be a part of history. If not, RuPaul will know. Somehow, she’ll know.