(I fear that this title shall become a trend with me.)
Last year, I wrote:
In the throes of a Claire Wolfe addiction, I vowed to brew my own beer and to not vote for a “least bad” candidate. Eh… any ball player with a .500 average would consider s/h/itself blessed. I still have sixty-some carefully washed-out beer bottles awaiting something hoppy, but I’m pugnaciously eager to report that I cast my votes this year only for people I could support, not for people who seemed merely marginally less bad than their competition. (Yes, I voted Libertarian. In Canada. My guy got 372 votes to the winner’s 30,000-some. My conscience is clear. My re-elected MP changes the subject every time someone brings up Afghanistan; I suspect that hers is not.)
It’s a lot easier to shave when you can look yourself in the mirror.
Best of luck, Ladies and Gentlemen; let’s make the next one suck a bit less.
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