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Monday, February 1, 2010

I’m ready for the Groundhog Day Vote

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I have no hard political party affiliation; I am an Independent Voter. My voting record would indicate to most that I am a conservative, but the far right of the Republican Party lost me when they started behaving like the Taliban. Some Democrat ideas are okay, but the far left of that party makes Vladimir Lenin seem moderate. I am really a mercenary voter; I always want something for me. Yeah baby, “where’s mine?”

First thing I had to do for this primary was look over every candidate from every party and screen every issue that I considered worth a damn. To vote in the primary, I had to choose whether I want to be a Republican, a Democrat, or a Green. After some exhaustive reading, I decided my best interests for this primary are served by me being a Republican.

Next was to rescreen everyone on the Republican ballot and decide if I was going to go with the NRA and ISRA choices. Some I did and others I did not. I want to make a statement; I want to see some fresh faces.

My list is complete. Tomorrow I crawl out of my burrow to do my part, to vote.

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1 comment:

Crustyrusty said...

I always found voting in Illinois an exercise in futility. Not to mention the stench of all those dead people waiting in line at the polling place....