I got nothing but the obvious. Vote. Vote because you can. Vote because all’s I want for Christmas is some semblance of a government of checks and balances.

Vote because how often do you get to repeat your name and spell it and repeat it and point to it for a retiree with a 12-inch ruler.

(For the shit I knew nothing about, I had a sound methodology for quick study. I looked up the rabid, frothing right-wingers and voted the opposite. Take the state supreme court judge who was taking the baby-killing wrath for not supporting an unproven, ill-conceived parental notification on abortion proposition. I checked my box next to good old, apparently rational Joyce Kennard. Thank you Mr. GOP!)

I’m praying to the special god that watches over Rev. Ted Haggard when he’s kicking back in a gay meth haze that at least the House might flip.

Ah, yeah. Um. Vote.