November 2nd, 2010


I Feel So Enfranchised!

The U.S. electorate is a strange beast; as a body, they seem to think they're voting for an all-powerful king every four years, and that the rest doesn't much matter. As such, this not being a New King year, there were no lines at the polling office. On the other hand, we did get to meet the candidate we voted for (Jeff Barnett, D), standing around shivering in his Air Force leather jacket and looking for somebody, anybody, to shake hands with. When laurie_robey told him we'd voted for him, he was so happy he gave her a big hug. (Or he might have been trying to get some warmth, hard to tell.)

His opponent, Frank Wolf (R) is the current officeholder, and in previous elections we've voted for him because the other candidates were either moonbats, nonexistent, or otherwise unsuitable. Wolf, a fairly moderate Republican, has been a decent enough representative, so it's not like we wanted to "throw the bum out." But he did vote with The Little Emperor on several issues that I would have really liked him to say "no" on instead.

Platform-wise, Barnett and Wolf are almost identical, which amuses me; but Barnett impressed me with his stand on "don't ask, don't tell," which he argued had to go because it creates a toxic environment. I liked his straightforward approach of "Dude, I served with plenty of homosexuals; it was never a problem except when screwed-up policies made it one. Let's cut out all this crap, shall we?"

So, we'll see how it goes. The rest of the ballot this time was (nonpartisan) procedural stuff, plus one bond referendum. I always vote "no" on bonds, and they always pass anyway, so it's a tradition!

-The Gneech
Archie do

Archie Goodwin on Voting

The most interesting incident Tuesday morning was my walking to a building on Thirty-fourth Street to enter a booth and push levers on a voting machine. I have never understood why anybody passes up that bargain. It doesn't cost a cent, and for that couple of minutes, you're the star of the show, with top billing. It's the only way that really counts for you to say I'm it, I'm the one that decides what's going to happen and who's going to make it happen. It's the only time I really feel important and know I have a right to. Wonderful. Sometimes the feeling lasts all the way home if somebody doesn't bump me.

—Rex Stout, A Family Affair

Snagged from The Washington Post via a Facebook community.

-The Gneech