Tomorrow is election day and I am ignoring my phone. I don’t know why politicians think robocalls are effective. Robocalls make me want to relocate to Canada. I know their elections are over. And that Justin Trudeau is hot. That much has made the national news. If you want more info, listen to the BBC.
Last week at dinner, my husband repeated the old adage; “all politics are local.” I asked him since his local politicians were so important to him, perhaps he could name a few of them. This was not conducive to marital harmony. I state for the record that my husband is a brilliant man. He was having an off day.
There are a lot of local issues to care about in Northern Virginia, and I suspect it’s no different where you are. I haven’t heard about many school budget surpluses out there. Yes, what happens in D.C. is important, but I would guess what happens in your local government effects you more personally. It’s not as entertaining as the Donald Trump show, but what else is?
Yes, you have to find time away from work, but it’s totally worth it.
Last year the both parties gave out donuts. Since I’m technically an independent, it was a total breakfast win.
You don’t have to stand in front of a tank, run a military gauntlet, or choke on tear gas to cast your vote. All you have is fill out a few circles or tap a few buttons. Navigating my doctor’s call center menu is more complicated than that.
When you’re done, you’ll get a nifty I Voted sticker. It creates halo of self-righteousness for the rest of the day. Do remember to take it off. If it goes through the washer and dryer, you end up with a sticky white oval on your favorite sweater that even Tide won’t budge.
If you want to turf the asshats that are running the joint, vote.
If you’re even more afraid of who is looking to replace the asshats that are running the joint, vote.
If your polling place has donuts, let me know. When it comes to baked goods, I have no pride.
And if you’re trying to reach me, try email. So far, that’s a safe haven.