Democracy at Work

It was Primary Day today . Usually I could care less about the smaller elections, but this time I felt compelled to vote. Not because I felt strongly about any particular candidate or issue, but because I have an extreme dislike for one candidate in particular. We'll call him Billy Ray.

B. R. has to be the world's most obnoxious politician, at least as far as his campaign strategy is concerned. (I have also been told that he is as much a douche bag in person as he is in campaigning.) He hits you from every single possible front imaginable. He puts up his signs EVERYWHERE. He calls your house. Literally. He figured out that a lot of phones now utilize a service that will prevent telemarketers and the like from actually reaching your house, and to make sure his message is heard he actually will send an automated "Vote for me!" message FROM HIS OWN HOME NUMBER so that the spam blockers on phones don't filter it out. (And they are so long that the answering machines that pick it up actually cut off BEFORE he finishes his message.) He sends out a BAZILLION mailers. Once again, no joke. Friday and Saturday ALONE I received 10. TEN. WTH? He sent 5 to my husband and 5 to my maiden name, which for some reason the Powers That Be have not figured out to be invalid. That doesn't count the dozens that I received in the past month or so. I was so annoyed on Saturday that I contemplated writing "return to sender" on every single mailer.

So today at 10 o'clock, before a trip to Target (another story), I trekked to my voting location and happily cast my vote for whoever was voting against him. I didn't care who it was, as long as B. R. didn't get it.

Unfortunately, at last check, it was indicated that Billy Ray won the primary. And since he is, I believe, running unopposed in November, I WILL be writing-in my 17-month-old daughter's name on the ballot.

B. R. 3000, Livers 1.