"Your voting missle silo is now ready, sir"

Normally I'm in favor of technological progress. But given that election technology progress is in the hands of the Evil Diebold Corporation I've discovered an unexpected fondness for our giant, absurd, industrial, cold-war-era, mechanical voting machines in New York City.



Sure, they aren't shiny and new. But they don't run Microsoft Windows.
They can be audited. And old people know how to use them.



Our bizarre election laws here allow for multiple parties to nominate the same candidate. This does *not* split the vote. But it does determine which party gets election funds.



I vote on the Working Families line instead of the Democratic line when I can. Working Families is to left of the Democratic party, more progressive, pro-gay, pro-universal health care and more concerned with the poor over corporations. Voting on the Working Families line supports their efforts and gives them a little money. It also reminds Democrats to not take me for granted because I'm considered part of the "base" who is expected to vote for them, even when some of them sell me out.

This Is Getting Out Of Hand

These are the campaign brochures I received today. Not this month or this week. Today. A single day. It's been like this for weeks ... and for a measly, off-year primary no less.

There's the reasonable candidate.
The angry candidate.
The ambitious corporate candidate.
The selfless community candidate.
Several this, that or the other minority, "it's our turn to hold this office," candidates.
And then there's someone who is really pissed off that one of the candidates supports capital punishment, although I can't tell who.

Enough already!

I'm voting for the pretty boy.

(Did anyone really expect any different from me?)