I showed up to vote at 8:30 Tuesday morning and found that I could not vote. I may be part of a teeny tiny district, but ALL obstructions to our electoral process must be uncovered and the responsible parties punished, regardless of party affiliation. If this happens to you, don’t take it sitting down. Stand up and fight. Record everything you can about the situation: time, names, descriptions of people, and every last word of the confusing legalese they’ll use to keep you from voting, like “polls open at 10:00.”
My one post on the 2008 Presidential election is a direct copy of one made by Bruce “McQ” McQuain at Q&O:
Congratulations to the new President-elect, Barack Obama, and the Democrats on their victory last night.
Now comes the hard part.
I look forward to 4 years of enlightened, moderate, fiscally responsible and non-intrusive, liberty enhancing governance.
That’s my definition of “change” by the way.
If that’s not the case, look forward to hearing about it on a regular basis.
Until then – enjoy.
[ From http://www.qando.net/ - It’s Obama! ]
Something about Michelle Obama has been bugging me ever since the first time I saw her on television — some tiny nagging visceral itch at the back of my brainstem. A few minutes ago, I finally realized what it was.
Skin and hair color aside, Michelle is a nearly a dead ringer for Reese Witherspoon.
It goes without saying that they’re a much more attractive pair than the last politically relevant fraternal twins I discovered.
If “Barack Obama is your new bicycle,” Joe Biden is the old cracked helmet you have to wear because your mom is too cheap to buy a new one.
Call me a political tyro if you must, but I bet if you could get all the Israelis and Palestinians into the same room with a copy of Gigli playing on a large projection screen, they’d forget about all this Gaza Strip nonsense and instead start arguing over whether Ben made J-Lo break off the engagement or vice-versa.
And then while they’re distracted, we could all sneak into Jerusalem and steal the secret pornography stash they’ve been fighting over for the last 3,000 years.
The secret of attracting traffic to your website? Don’t update it for a while, then hope that political events produce a demand that only your neglected Internet presence can provide!
Thanks to the expected addition of James Carville to the Kerry/Edwards catastrophe campaign team, the right-wing troublemakers at Free Republic and other discussion forums brought over 2,000 hits yesterday to this entry. They’re only posting the image, of course, not headlining their message with “Michael Genrich is the most striking political satirist of our time, and this picture proves it!” Which, by the way, I really don’t think is too much to ask them to do.
Note to the Kerry campaign: bringing Carville and Begala onboard at this stage of the campaign will be about as helpful as ordering another pitcher of Pabst Blue Ribbon after you’ve already retched the last three into the bushes. It reeks of bad judgement and bad taste.
I think it’s kind of a waste that every four years Americans vote for electors for the Electoral College who then in turn vote for the President and Vice President, and nothing else. I think that as long as we’ve gone through the trouble to assemble the College, we should get them to vote on some other important things, like which members of Congress are secretly gay, because I’ve always had a sneaking suspicion about some of those guys on the Senate Rules Committee.
I bet more people would have really liked Bill Clinton’s autobiography if the former President had thrown in some stuff about demon-possessed cars, or werewolves in a small Maine town, because when Stephen King writes about things like that people seem to really like it. Either that or some more stuff about all the blowjobs.
While it is deservedly illegal to make threats against the President, I think it should be perfectly acceptable to make threats against yourself in front of the President, just to keep him on his toes. For example, if you wrangled your way into a $10,000-a-plate fundraising dinner, and you decided to have the salmon instead of the lamb medallions with rosemary, when the President came around to shake everyone’s hand and thank them for coming, you could stand up and say, “Mister President, I’m going to eat this piece of salmon without checking for bones,” which is clearly an act that puts yourself in danger, and the Secret Service should be powerless to stop you. This would be a fantastic scene in a movie where Harrison Ford plays the President and Clint Eastwood plays a grizzled veteran Secret Service agent, although that kind of star power probably attracts the type of catering services that meticulously check for fish bones before serving, so maybe we’ll get Steve Guttenberg and Mark Linn-Baker instead. Otherwise, we live in fascist times.
If I had been a framer of the Consitution of the United States of America, I think I would have added something to Article II, Section 3, where certain responsibilities of the President are enunciated, requiring that the President spend at least two hours a day solving complicated mathematical equations, and the Vice President is not allowed to help, so there would be no point in asking someone like John Nash or Norbert Wiener to be one’s running mate, unless they had really good ideas about enforcing the Sarbanes-Oxley Act or something like that. I think this would have stopped that whole Clinton-Lewinsky thing in its infancy, because the ladies aren’t hot for math nerds.
