Today was yet another special election in California. Another opportunity for we the people to fuck with the mechanisms of a representative democracy, spite our legislators and generally make California a rather hard to manage, not exactly thriving state economy.

I voted. It didn’t matter. But the Governator was asking for our help, as were various committees of legislators and a lot of shouting special interest groups, and our budget is fucked about 12 ways to Sunday. I voted some yeses and some nos and found it all confusing. Most of the other voters, the few of us who cared, voted some solid fuck you nos to the powers that be.

The highlight for me was the realization that straight across the street from my neighborhood polling place, which, of course, is in my very won neighborhood more or less, was a pair of llamas chilling on the front lawn of an old barn house. The photos don’t do llama justice, but they caught the almost fading into sunset sky.