I am not now nor have I ever been a blue dog Democrat, but I did enjoy getting that sticker. I ran into several friends at my polling place one of whom proved that he’s a sane Republican:
Crazy Blogger: “Did you cancel my vote?”
Sane Republican: “Not this time. Voted your way.”
So it goes.
I like voting on election day at my polling place at the former Xavier Prep on Magazine Street. It has changed names but, in the great New Orleans tradition, I refuse to acknowledge the new name. Why do I like it? The same poll workers are there every election; one of whom lives around the corner from me. Today I ran into one of the big muckety-mucks of Krewe du Vieux who shared some news that’s hush-hush, strictly confidential.
It’s a pleasant stroll to the polls but I’m still a bit wheezy from this stupid cold. I used my umbrella as a makeshift cane (Kaine?) on the way home. I did, however, beat the rain. It’s not expected to be as intense as yesterday, which broke a string of 41 consecutive rainless days.
You’ll be shocked to learn that I voted Clinton-Kaine. I also voted for the lesser of 24 evils for the Senate. That’s clearly not the Erstwhile Gret Stet Fuhrer.
I don’t have a lot to add until the polls close, I stand by my predictions.
I hope to be proven wrong by those who are more optimistic. Hell, if not for the first Comey epistle, I might have rolled the dice and bet on the Peach State. Hopefully, it will be peachy keen in 2018 and 2o2o.
All I’ve got is some Rainy Day Voting Music even if it’s drier than a Baptist Church where you are. They’re not exactly political songs but we need a brief respite; even me.
Finally, one for all the states with weed referenda: