I haven’t been writing much about the upcoming election. Mostly, because, um, like in 2007 there wasn’t one. Just a lot of prep work, hype and assorted posturing and preening in prep for this year.

We’ll be way down South in Southeast Asia on Super Tuesday. (Note to dvae, I’m not mentioning where in case my awesome destructive powers take down another geographical location.) Luckily, California’s humungous voting machinery with loads in common with your average developing country somewhere less, ahh, I guess, developed, favors mailing in the ballot.

Somewhere post Gore’s victory in Florida and maybe the rise of computer driven voting in a state that knows from computing, a nice cynical streak has become policy. When I first registered to vote, the woman with the forms for the county Democratic Party was downright incredulous that I was interested in finding out about polling places. Think about that, throwing your vote in a little blue mailbox on the corner is considered safer than standing in a proper booth in a senior center, elementary school or church basement and handing your ballot right to the elderly volunteer.

Anywho, partially responsible for my non-writing about the political scene du jour is the malaise of indecision.

Early on, I was with the O’s still a youngun camp. Without much of a resume, I felt the same kind of gambling fear as with any job candidate lacking experience and just rolling with the good interview. That was pushing me to Hillary.

But, then I was thinking about it. Hillary’s a junior senator, too. Not exactly ripping up the streets of Capitol Hill neither with her senatoring. Leastways, she’s not Mrs. Smith goes to Washington. Way too much of a get along go along type for that, I think. Didn’t exactly stand out on those war votes, you know what I’m saying.

Near as I can tell, they both have some serious gaps in their resumes that don’t scream out presidential. Hill has Bill that seems to be the seesaw tilt. No Bill, no more extensive experience than Barack. I’m also giving O. a couple of points in the spread for being a member of the Foreign Relations Committee. That shit matters these days, since our relating with foreigners has been eight years of GW acting like a rube and alienating the other countries on the planet.

Biden quoted in the Financial Times under the headline “Sparse resumés perplex old hands” pretty well nails the problem with Hillary spinning the experience angle. If we, all us folks who call ourselves Democrats, really gave a rat’s ass about “experience,” old Joe wouldn’t be moments from dropping out of the race.

For me, right now, more than anything, I’m hating that Hill thinks it’s a good plan to start being a total dick. The kindergarten and madrassa memes, um, what the fuck really? And, I thought Bill was just a supreme douche in the now thoroughly discussed Charlie Rose interview.

I’ve had enough from the current administration of Rove’s having been a total cock, and I’m looking askance on anyone on the planet who seems to dig that whole method to success. Enough, for fuck’s sake, and I don’t mean that in some kind of naive, sunshine optimistic, foolish, uniformed way. I mean, I don’t want to fucking vote for someone who seems to be light on the whole ethics thing. Politic a way, but don’t be an asshole, that’s the mantra I learned from suffering the damages caused by the neo-cons.

I would love, seriously eat it up, lick the plate even, if Hillary would sell herself on positions and skills and let me (and everyone else) decide whether she’s got my vote. I’ve already lived through the muckrfy mucks telling me what’s best for me. Why not try showing me?

Folks I know back in Mass. are more than a bit wary of Barack, after some of the same campaign team got the “change” candidate Deval Patrick elected to governor of the Commonwealth. Deval’s lack of prior history and the now crappily blah beginning to his governor stint is keeping people gun shy and wary of history repeating.

If it becomes a battle over the campaign teams alongside the candidates, I’ll be hard pressed to be chill with Hill’s sleaze bags. ‘Course there’s a fair chance I’ll be voting Kucinich in the primary to let the probable winner know I give a shit about progressive issues.

Meanwhile, I feel a little love for Huckabee once I heard about greasing up a popcorn popper for a squirrel fry.

And, finally, the Financial Times described the Dem part of the Iowa Caucus thusly:

Often the larger groups, which for the Democrats means those supporting Hillary Clinton, John Edwards and Mr Obama, will compete to attract others to their side of the room by offering better food and drink. In some precincts, the exercise can descend into cacophonous debates that last an hour or more. In others only three or four people show up and the result emerges in minutes.

Do you figure the Brits read that and can’t help but chalk our elections as on par with Kenya’s?

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