It was a quiet election day here in Warren, “A Safe And Clean City” as noted on all the city limit signs (a topic for a rant some other day, perhaps). I got to the polls around 7:30, after work. In my city we were voting for city offices, along with deciding two property tax increases. The taxes were for city road maintenance and special education programs across the county, both things I thought I could support. I’m glad they’re actually asking the voters about tax increases, instead of just letting the loudmouth anti-taxers shout it down. Who knows, maybe the citizens actually would be OK with paying for the services they want.
I was voter number 189 in my precinct. I don’t know how many possible voters there are, but it seems like a low total, especially at 7:30 p.m. I had to wait only because I arrived at just about the same time as another voter. The place was pretty much empty except for us two and the poll workers.
Why do people hand out political leaflets outside the polling places? You’re not really supposed to take those materials into the polls. And I wasn’t going to stop and read them; if I didn’t know how I was voting already, I probably shouldn’t have been there. The best bit of swag I got was an emery board from a representative of one of the city council candidates. I hope she’s not giving them away out of some sort of gender stereotype. On the other hand, emery boards are useful for just about anyone with fingernails.
By 11 p.m. it’ll probably be known that my candidate for mayor did not win. (She didn’t do well in the primary, but it’s hard to when the incumbent gets 76% of the vote.) I’m not terribly concerned about the city offices, really. It’s not as if any of the candidates was obviously the next Roosevelt. I’ll be more interested in the tax issues, since that’ll mean money out of my pocket.