Well, I voted. I wasn’t terribly excited about it, but I did it. In Michigan, we voted for governor and other statewide offices, as well as one U.S. senator, state legislators, and a few local judgeships, along with a couple of really pointless ballot initiatives.
On the way into the school where my voting precinct is, poll workers gave me two pieces of literature and a pen. I don’t understand getting the flyers; if I hadn’t read them before, I wasn’t going to read them while walking, and I couldn’t legally read them in the polling place. The pen is nice; it’s what I used to fill out my voting application (just a small slip of paper, to start the paper chain). It was from one of the judge candidates I planned to vote for.
Against my better judgment, I turned on the television around 10 and watched election coverage. It frosts my behind to hear Mitch McConnell go on about change in Washington, when he was one of the main reasons behind Washington gridlock for the last two years. Thanks, Kentucky, for sending him back. Thanks for nothing, that is.
At least it’s over. Until the 2016 presidential campaign starts, which may well be on Friday.
Wonder what the weather is like in Reykjavik for the next two years?