The polls will close in about a few minutes. I’m not at all excited. I decided to go the way of Ed Crane some time ago. I don’t enjoy putting people on pedestals. People make good and bad choices, and the people who I’ve striven to get elected don’t vote the way I was expecting them to. I’m at a season in my life when it makes more sense to try to educate whatever gets elected.

The major letdown in the campaign this year has been the assumption harbored by many of the candidates that government can cure all ills. If that isn’t enough to woo me, an endorsement from some other partisan utopian is supposed to do the trick. Having been decertified to Unaffiliated status, I was torn between voting for the buffoon to tank the tyrant or wasting a vote on a patriot in the hopes of getting the big boys to triangulate.

The local Ron Paul campaign has already checked in for the night. According to Bernard Carman, “I think we had our party last night – we went to APC and had a good time there. Perhaps we’re trying to break the mold of having parties after the election . . . ?”

One thing’s for sure. Obama supporters love me. They were on every street corner hoppin’ and boppin’ and waving their signs at me. By way of contrast, Hillary supporters gathered solemnly on the Ron Paul overpass with signs that were almost too small to see. What is it with the small signs?

Time to assemble the bridge for the returns, and wolf down some dinner. Back in a few.