That's what my grandmother asked me rhetorically when I called her today. She's very big on voting, used to be an election judge. When she picked up the phone the first thing she wanted to know was had I voted (yes, of course). Then she went into a short diatribe about how they're all crooks. Which is exactly how I felt when I came out of the polling place except I had much more colorful expressions than 'crooks' in mind. I feel like my 'choice' these days is the Right or the Far Right and I consider myself somewhat moderate. The Senate race was particularly disturbing. You cannot imagine how happy I am that Michael Bennett will no longer be calling my house day and night. I was sick of those calls before the primaries you can imagine how last week went. I stopped answering the phone altogether about a month ago. I voted for him but only because the alternative was so unfathomable. And it scares me that some of those amendments got enough support to get on the ballot in the first place. Oh well, I got a sticker and I scored some poop bags (yes, empty ones) on the walk back from the polling place so I guess that's something.
Some red, white and blue for Election Day, courtesy of my grandmother's awesome 70's basement bathroom