Vote
We always vote early. We partake on the last day of early voting. I guess that is more early late than early early. In any case it avoids the traffic and long lines that can form for those who vote at the last minute.
As usual we were met outside the entrance of the court house by someone we had never heard of stumping for our votes. I don’t understand why people do that. Don’t they know that is as bad as spam in email? Don’t they understand it makes them look as desperate as they act? I don’t need to find out how they claim to stand on the issues. Anyone that desperate to be elected has got to be up to no good.
When I am less than 200 feet from the voting booth, I don’t need some unknown nobody getting in my face, eager to win my vote. My mind is usually made up long before that and its going to take more than a ‘please read this and vote for me’ to change my mind.
I give more than just a passing look at a candidates qualifications. I am not talking about his qualifications to do the job. I am talking about his qualifications to do the job I want done. That has more to do with the job he has already taken credit for than any recent promises he has made.
It is no fun at all to have to later admit that you ended up voting for the guy who had the biggest horns and longest tail. Even if you only have to admit that to yourself.
In fact, if the guy in my face is someone I was going to vote for anyway, I may even split the ticket if I have to, just to be able to vote against him.
Someone who is unhinged to the point of desperate campaigning in front of a voting place is automatically disqualified from serving in public office as far as I am concerned. A vote for such a misfit would risk infecting the voter with the candidates lack of discretion and class.
Look at it this way, if a guy is a real pig for votes and attention before election, he probably will not get better after he is elected and I don’t want to have to find out how bad he could get.
So I was not entirely cordial to what I considered an unnecessary and unwanted interruption in my walk to the voting booth. That did not bother the miscreant at all. He just ignored me and focused his attention on the next person. Marks of a true politician.
Chuckling under my breath I continued to the voting booths. I was there to throw some of the old bums out, not to let new bums in.