How’s this for serendipity? We had a problem with our plumbing today and it was kind of an emergency. So, we called the plumbers and they sent a guy named ‘Joe’ out to the house. So, Joe the Plumber came to my house today. Of all days.
What have you got?
I hope this one at least had a license.
I voted earlier on our old HAVA-hating lever machines for the last time. We waited on line for a total of about 7 minutes and actual voting took seconds. They had a model of the coming electronic machines on display. The attendant told me that the new ones take about 8 minutes just to register a vote. The lines will be huge next year.
Joe plans to become a community organizer to spread the wealth around according to Fox news.
I thought McCain was going to help him.
my favorite story so far today is this one from big orange: There’s beer on tap at my polling station
I mailed my ballot last week. No lines to wait in. Plenty of beer available.
Two kids about 7 eight years old were sitting outside. One of them asked who we were voting for and I said that we were too close to the polling place for me to answer that question.
I’m ready to gnaw my fracking leg off. That’s what I got.
Hungry?
Well, let’s see….I got in a huge email spat with my conservative oldest sister whom I rarely even speak to let alone see. And I’m watching the local news where they are highlighting the whole “scary black panther intimidating voters” thing….and suddenly I’m doubting all of the polls. And, yes, I am hungry too.
My lower back is fighting my stomach to see which can become more twisted up in uncomfortable knots. My brain keeps yelling at them to settle down, and it really wants some, um, relief.
Looking for a clean declaration this evening only because of the McCain Virginia Military ballot extending time until November 14 lawsuit.
Just got back from our polling place. The hubby and I went to vote after he got home from work while the BIL watched the kids. We get there and we see only moderate lines. (asked one of the ladies poll watching and she said it was a madhouse earlier) I look around and see lots of people my age group and younger. (18 -35 age group) Talked to one 16 year old for a minute or two, he was there waiting on his 18 year old friend. (school and what not, nothing to do with the election, I stopped him before he could and explained to him why he shouldn’t!)
Honestly, you could feel the excitement in that gym! I have fought the hype and the hope I must admit. But I have to say, I cried in the voting booth tonight.
all wore out and desperate for some dumbtime entertainment.
What’s better for dumbtime than TV? I started surfing…that’s my rule, surf until something interests me, then surf away as soon as it gets stupid…and I see a glimpse of a young black boxer in mid-fight who looks exactly like Barack Obama (Well…it turns out that he doesn’t really look “exactly” like him but I must’ve had Obama on my mind because for that moment…a long shot, in the midst of avoiding a bullrush by his opponent…the image stopped me in my tracks.)
So I started to watch the fight. On SHO, an undercard for a championship bantamweight fight.
Andrè Dirrell was the boxer…a lightning fast, intelligent. totally in balance and totally self-controlled young boxer with real power…and he was fighting a plodding, older white guy named Victor Oganov.
It was the Obama/McCain campaign inside of a ring.
Oganov’s clomp clomp clomp clomp clomp clomp followed by Dirrell’s jab, jab, Jab, jab, up and down double hook, right uppercut. hook to the head.
Of course, the clumsy, brutal Oganov just kept on rushing into combination after combination, and Dirrell was barely touched.
The only difference?
In the fight there was a measure of humane action available and the ref stopped it a few rounds into the fught rather than let Oganov be permanently injured.
There was no contest. No matter how desperately the talking heads tried to hype it…there was no contest.
Technical or otherwise.
JUST like the last several weeks of the campaign. Maybe longer. Since the blush fell off of the McPalin rose and she turned into a Venus flytrap.
Even crooked judges can’t steal a knockout.
Gonna be a nice night.
Later…
AG