- I’m so ready to be done with shite political ads on TV, in my mailbox, and robocalls on our answering machine. If there needed to be any more compelling a reason to give up network TV and a land line completely, this would be it.
- I’m also ready to be done with the visual clutter of endless yard signs polluting my neighborhood.
- To the electioneer outside the school this morning: No, I don’t need any of your “help” telling me who to vote for; I’m not a fucking sheep. Fuck you very much, have a nice day. And my child, dressed in a pink hat, pink mittens, and purple pants, IS A GIRL.
- I’m sad that I as a voter in Baltimore County, don’t get to vote on the slots issue in Anne Arundel county. I know it’s inevitable, but that shit needs to stay at the racetrack, not in a mall. I will have no problem boycotting that entire stupid mazelike complex if the measure passes.
- Finn walked out of the gym with about six “I Voted” stickers. That kid could charm the stripes off a zebra.
- Good luck, Martin.
Oh, and by the way: this is brilliant. Should have been live months ago, though.