Election Day, 2016

dont-wanna-voteThis is how I’ve been feeling about the current presidential race.

I’ve been longing for this day, because it means that the political ads will stop, and (I hope) my friends will stop posting political stuff on Facebook. But I’ve been dreading this day, because it means that as a responsible citizen I have to exercise my right to choose between two major candidates I find entirely unsatisfactory, both of whom disgust me and one of whom actually frightens me.

gollum-candidatesOr I could vote for the Green Party (eco-socialist nut jobs), the Libertarian Party (what, this is the Wild West ca. 1871? Good Lord, don’t you people own cell phones?), or a Republican running as an Independent because Trump stole the right to have that big fat “R” next to his name on the ballot (which I think he did, but only because Republicans couldn’t agree amongst themselves on a real candidate).

No political party is running a moderate.

No moderate is even close enough to touch this race with a 4000-foot pole.

There is no candidate on the ballot I feel even vaguely comfortable choosing.

dont-wanna-vote-2We got up at the normal time, because Virginia Tech is holding classes and The CEO is on a normal schedule. Gaze surprised me by getting up at his normal time, too. Several schools serve as polling places around the county, so there is no school today, and I’d expected him to sleep in late. (Taz is a morning person; he’s up around 6:30 a.m. or sometimes earlier, weekday or not.) Gaze decided to volunteer for our current Congressman’s re-election campaign.

I waited until I expected that the morning rush would be over – that’s a luxury, and I know it! – and got in the car at 9:38. I arrived at the NRV Fairgrounds at 9:42 and spent two minutes parking and walking to the building. I said hello to Gaze, who was handing out materials for Morgan Griffith, and then walked inside at 9:45.

There was a line.

There was a line! I’ve been voting at the fairgrounds since 2002, and the longest I’ve ever had to wait has been behind seven people (for three voting booths). Didn’t count bodies today, but the line was considerably longer than it has been in the past.

With all the vociferous whining, on Facebook, in print (digital or otherwise), and in person, that people have been doing about their choices in this election, I thought those of us not already committed to a candidate might stay home.

I’m very, very glad we didn’t — at least in the West Cloyd District of Pulaski County, Virginia. We’re also electing a Congressman and voting on two proposed amendments to the state constitution, and those items are at least as important as the presidency.

I saw twelve people I knew in line, including my mother-in-law. Had a nice chat with some people we used to go to church with.

Gaze told me that he hadn’t had a chance to vote yet, but would do it when the line died down. This will be his first time to vote! He just turned 18 last month, and procured his voter registration on his own, without parental guidance. I’m proud of him.

I wore Chanel No. 19 edp, for backbone and comfort. I needed it.

So for whom did I vote? Was it Devil, or Deep Blue Sea? Rock, or Hard Place? Scylla, or Charybdis?

ace-ventura-bad-choices-gifNeither. With heavy heart I wrote in the name of a person who, in my opinion, should have run for President. I’ve never done that before. I hope that my future choices are more reasonable, and that I’ll never feel forced to write in a candidate.

I hope that we Americans look back at this election and say, “Dang, y’all, that sucked. We have got to come up with some better options, because we can’t do that again.” If it happens again, I may wind up voting for my sister’s cat, Fergus, who at least would be better than the options on the ballot today.

Fergus, wearing a toupee made of his own fur. Unfortunately, he has been known to attack women - but only with his claws and teeth, and only if they moved him off the couch.
Fergus, wearing a toupee made of his own fur. Unfortunately, he has been known to attack women – but only with his claws and teeth, and only if they moved him off the couch, to which he is clearly entitled, being the Cat of the House.d choi
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6 thoughts on “Election Day, 2016”

  1. I’m with you – I’ve never been so repelled by a field of candidates in my life. I held my nose and voted third party, and even that made me queasy. At least there were some down-ballot candidates and initiatives in my area that were pretty good (i.e., not completely heinous).

    I wore Enfleurage’s Frankincense soliflore spray to the polls, and upgraded to Naomi Goodsir Iris CendrĂ© when I got home – there’s something bracing and consoling about incense/ashy scents. And they go perfectly with a beautiful sunny fall afternoon.

    The de Velay No. 11 that you mentioned in the previous post sounds lovely – will have to head over to StC and try it out! There’s no such thing as too many good chypres.

    1. I like incense too – I especially tend to like the “churchy” ones (even though, or maybe because, incense was never a part of my religious life). And the Pierre de Velay is just so pretty. The florals are noticeable, but the oakmoss! and it’s so *bright,* too.

      This election. Gah. At least I got to reelect my Congressman, with whom I am pleased.

  2. Definitely a painful election. Hoping that I can start looking at Facebook again by next week once my feed is free of politics.

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