Get Out and VOTE!!!

I've almost forgotten about the blog thing since life has taken a couple of zigs and zags. Things are stabilizing here at Crisis Central (a contradiction if I ever typed one) so I will keep this one short and sweet.

Once a year we are obliged to get off our butts and make the trip to our local polling places to go into the little booth with the curtain thing going on. I will do so as I have done almost every year since 1976. There are actually some newcomers running for local offices so I have real choices.

I've gotten more effin' robocalls this year than ever before- and I've enjoyed hanging up on them. Most of them were from the established folks who are instilling fear of young folks and people with darker skin. I'm glad they out-gas that way, though, it makes my choices more justifiable.

Your griping has more legitimacy if it is punctuated by the throwing of the little lever thingy-dingy. If however, you are not willing to pull said lever thingy-dingy, please give the rest of us the courtesy of shutting your mouth about things political.

The wife-type carbon-based life form (a.k.a. The Mistress Of Mainstream) is in the political maelstrom in a big way. That said, she struck a sore point with me by asking who I would vote for in the local election cycle. I gently (meaning without swearing) reminded her that there was a thing called a secret ballot... and to me that is sacrosanct. Nothing but love for ya, wifey, but it ain't none of your bid-ness.

Tomorrow, get up from in front of the computer/tv/easy chair/hookah/whatever and get your parts to the polling place and make like a citizen!

Peace be with you,

Glenn

PS- Listen for the new opening song on My Mid-Life Crisis starting the day after Election Day. It's time...