Here is my proof that I voted. I wore my cowboy hat to support George Allen. No, I did not wear boots -- just sneakers. As you can see in the background, the weather is horrible today. Rainy. About 39 degrees. According to my father-in-law, who is always right about these things, this kind of weather favors conservative Republicans.
Man am I glad this election is over. The Republican micro-targeting machine had me in their cross hairs from the beginning. I bet I got over twenty-five phone calls and ten emails in the past week urging me to get out to vote. All right, all right. I give up. I'll go vote ;-)
The voting officials in my precinct confirmed that the turn out has been heavy. More good news for George Allen. We need to off set those Northern Virginia suburbs that trust the Washington Post (gag) for their election news.
Mr D. and Mrs. D. cast votes to defend marriage against any shenanigans from the black robes. Children deserve to have a mom and a dad. Marriage is weak enough. We ought not allow further erosion from social experimentation with core institutions. Societies that have gone down the path to watering down marriage have paid a heavy price ... just look at the Netherlands and Scandinavia ... they have experimented with marriage to the point that most no longer bother with marriage ... what is the point when it means so many things and therefore means nothing.
The only excitement was when Mrs. D.'s voting machine failed to work. I waited for the news to show up or a lawyer to pounce on the situation claiming voting fraud. Neither happened. She was escorted to a different machine that did work and voted there. No big deal.
Happy election day. Long live representative democracy. Thank you Jesus that I don't have to worry about getting blown up while waiting to vote.
