Your Voting Story Here


Holly Jackson shows off her six-month-old daughter Hollin and her 'Vote' sticker as Michelle Obama, wife of Democratic presidential candidate Sen. Barack Obama, D-Ill., speaks at a rally at Dakota Ridge High School in Littleton, Colo., Monday, Nov. 3, 2008. (AP Photo/Ed Andrieski)

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Have you voted yet? Did you vote early? Vote by mail? Long lines? Any problems? Who'd ya vote for? How do you feel about it? What's your voting story?

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Two-Minute Nostalgia Sublime

Barack Obama Announces His Candidacy, February 10, 2007

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Question of the Day

Is there a presidential vote you regret casting?

(Fess up, Reagan voters!)

I can't say that there's a vote I regret. In '92, the year I turned 18 and ergo my first election, I voted for Clinton. In '96, I didn't feel like I could cast an affirmative vote for him in good conscience, so I didn't cast a presidential vote that year. Voted for Gore in '00 (and while I lament having to vote for Lieberman, I don't regret voting for Gore), and voted for Kerry in '04 pretty happily, though he wasn't my first choice in the primaries.

Actually, Gore is the only first-choice candidate for which I've ever been able to cast a vote, and he picked a veep candidate I couldn't stand, lol. I've never had much luck with finding an opportunity to cast a vote without reservation.

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Daily Kitteh

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Kiss Me, I'm a Voter

Sorry for the paucity of posts today and for skipping the blogaround. I went to vote today, which took a lot longer than I thought it was going to. It was the most horrendous voting experience I've ever had in my life—not only did I have to wait in line for hours, but in line behind me was a group of fucking hateful dumbasses who wiled away the time regurgitating every possible prejudice and rightwing talking point about Barack Obama, and managing to get the details of the already wrongity-wrong bullshit even wronger.

It was like someone cloned Rush Limbaugh four times, badly, gave each slightly damaged clone a lobotomy, sent them to the Sean Hannity School of International Fuckneckery, where they each received a degree in Coulterology, and then stood them in line behind me to talk absolute shite until I wanted to stick my own head in a meat grinder just to ease the pain.

[UPDATE: I should have mentioned this originally, I guess, but of course I couldn't keep my big fat QCoFM mouth shut. As I said in comments, I did turn around and politely correct a few misconceptions. And when they got out of control, Iain—who patiently waited with me that whole time, bless him—started saying to me things like: "I heard Obama's birth certificate says his real father is Darth Vader," to which I would retort with things like: "I heard he's going to train an army of gay babies and feminazis to destroy the Real America." If they didn't get the message, it's because they were too. fucking. stupid. Which, admittedly, is an actual possibility.]

Anyway…

In my ongoing bid to help John McCain get elected, I voted for Barack Obama.*

Bring on the bitter disappointment!

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* And because I evidently need to say this for the nine gazillionth time: No, I do not think he is a perfect candidate. Yes, I feel like complete rubbish that I cast an affirmative vote for an election strategy that included benefiting from misogyny and homophobia. Yes, I nonetheless concurrently feel excited about casting an affirmative vote for Obama, for reasons well documented, including being first and foremost an economy voter who believes genuinely with the whole of my being that the economy lies at the root of every. single. progressive. issue. No, this was not a decision I took lightly; this was a hard goddamned election season for me, which began, after all, with my being at the center of one of its first controversies—something that only made me take even more seriously the right and responsibility of voting, and made even more important to me my vote; mine. And yes, as with every vote I ever cast, I now hope beyond measure my candidate wins, view with trepidation a possible future under hir leadership, and ask Maude to imbue hir with an obligation to progress. Dear Maude: Let it be so.

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RIP Madelyn Dunham

Barack Obama's grandmother, Madelyn Dunham, has died.

I am so heartsick, I don't even know what to say.

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A Final Thought

For the sake of argument, let's just say that McCain really is the mav'rick he claims to be: He really has been for the last quarter century dedicated to reform in our nation's capitol. He's taken shots from his own party and certainly from the other party, all to make Washington, and the country, a better place. You know, for all the Joe the Plumber types out there.

If that is true, if McCain is that heroic reformer and bringer of change, and the country is in the shape it's in now, then there is only one conclusion to make: McCain's efforts have been a complete failure. McCain is a complete failure. Because if he's spent the last twenty-six years trying to change the face of Washington for the better, he's accomplished fuck all in that regard.

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Mind Over Halogen

Last week as I left the house to go to work, I stopped in my driveway to pick up some litter from the street. It was still dark out and I had the car lights on, so I took a moment to walk around the station wagon and make sure that all the lights were working: side markers, headlights, taillights, and license plate. They were, and I got back in the car thinking that it has been a while since I had to change out a headlight... and a good thing, too. It is a procedure that requires removing the grille and then taking out the entire headlight assembly to get to the lamp itself. The lamps are halogens, and while they're not terribly expensive, they're delicate; you're not supposed to touch the lamp with your bare fingers because your skin oil can cause the lamp to heat unevenly and then break. I couldn't remember the last time I replaced a lamp, though; it must have been at least ten years -- and one new grille -- ago.

Well, I'll bet you know what happened this morning. Yep. I got in the car, turned on the lights in the garage, and noticed the driver's side low-beam headlight was out. (There are four headlights; two high, two low.) Drat. I live in a suburb that is known for having very vigilant police who don't like to see cars going around with only one headlight. (I'm surprised I haven't been pulled over for driving a 21-year-old car with a big CDN oval on the back. It's there because while I'm a U.S. citizen, the car itself was built in Canada.) So during lunch I popped over to my local Advance Auto Parts store and bought two new lamps (they usually go out in tandem) and spent about fifteen minutes doing some shade tree mechanics.

I am always amazed at the power of the human mind; I can make a light bulb burn out just by thinking about it.

(Cross-posted.)

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The Most Hyperbolic Person...IN THE WORLD!

Speaking of huge, bloviating megadouches, Ben Affleck hosted SNL this weekend, and one of the sketches featured Affleck doing Keith Olbermann, keying into his penchant for what I'll understatedly refer to as insufferable hyperbole. Leaving aside that he tended to drift into an almost British accent at times, he had Olbermann's mannerisms and speech patterns down pretty well.


Just the other day, Iain and I saw KO name Sarah Palin his "Worst Person in the World!" just because she didn't realize that people in Pittsburgh weren't generally Phillies fans. He's truly lost the plot.

(If anyone can find a transcript, please drop a link in comments.)

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Bill Maher: Still A Douche

Never one to miss an opportunity to confirm his status as a ginormous wankstain,"edgy" "comedian" Bill Maher threw out another of his standard homophobic jokes over the weekend. During a photo op with "American Idol" host Ryan Seacrest, wherein Seacrest suggested the photographer "get the boys in the picture," Maher retorted with the oh-so-clever "Get with the boys - that's your department, Ryan." Hilarious.

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Two-Minute Nostalgia Sublime

The Hogan Family



Edie McClurg is a goddess.

This show started as Valerie, then became Valerie's Family when star Valerie Harper decided to leave. And then when Martin Short lookalike Sandy Duncan joined the cast as the cleverly-named "Aunt Sandy," it became The Hogan Family.

And every incarnation sucked.

But I thought it was hot shit when I was 12.

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John McCain's Role Model

Joe the Plumber questions Barack Obama's loyalty to America.


Some role model, Senator. Was Michele Bachmann not available?

HT to TPM.

(Cross-posted.)

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Christine Durbin Dies

This is just terrible.

Christine Durbin, the oldest daughter of Sen. Dick Durbin and his wife, Loretta, died Saturday of complications from a congenital heart condition in a Washington-area hospital, the senator's Washington office announced.

Christine Durbin was one of three children in the Illinois senator's family and had worked for 16 years in the Department of Agriculture's emerging markets division in Washington. Christine Durbin also is survived by a brother, Paul; a sister, Jennifer; her husband, Marty Johnson; and a son, Alex.

"Chris Durbin, 40, fought a heroic, lifelong battle with heart disease and our thoughts and prayers are with the entire Durbin family," the senator's office said in a statement.

Her death comes days before Durbin, who ranks second in the Senate Democratic leadership, seeks re-election Tuesday. Durbin's office said funeral arrangements were pending.
As many readers here already know, I absolutely love Durbin, and I'm so proud to have him as my senator (he's got a big billboard off 90/94 here in Chicago that I wave to every time I drive by). This is just heartbreaking, and I send my most sincere condolences to him and his family. I was excitedly bubbling to Melissa on Thursday that I was so happy to vote for him again; it's so sad that his inevitable victory will include this tragedy.

(Tip of the energy dome to Michael.)

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Two Faces in the Crowd

Friday night, Iain and I attended the Obama rally in Highland, IN, with a crowd estimated to have reached 40,000. I haven't had a chance to upload images or video yet, but here's a news photo of the event...


It was just an unbelievable experience. We had to park in the lot of a closed K-Mart about a mile away from the event, then get onto one of a caravan of school busses to be driven to the park. Everyone clamboring on the bus was excited as hell, laughing and chattering and singing, goofy with anticipation. Northwest Indiana is extremely ethnically diverse but had long been radically segregated; even groups of recent European immigrants formed separate enclaves, neighborhoods comprised exclusively of Poles or Macedonians or Russians. That's started to change rapidly in the last decade, and the crowd on the bus amazingly suggested that the ingredients in the melting pot were finally starting to melt together: black, white, Latin@, Asian, Middle Eastern, Native American. Some of the surrounding towns (and maybe the very town we were in; I'm not sure of Highland's history) were sundown towns not long before I was born, and now people of every color (and sexuality and genderedness and physical ability and belief) were coming together to support Barack Obama. To say it was awesome is not a hyperbolic use of the word.

We intended to make our way to the press area, but no one working the event seemed to know where the press entrance was, so we ended up in the general crowd, with which we were actually quite pleased. We mingled with the people around us, danced to the "wait for Obama to show up" soundtrack, discussed the election. As palpable as the hope that Obama will win was the fear that he will not.

Obama gave his typical stump speech, which I've heard so many times now, there were parts I could say by heart. And yet, it was still compelling, there in the crowd, to hear a presidential candidate speaking about the need for equality and a strong social safety net and sound economic policies and peace. He talked about the civil rights movement and the women's rights movement. He talked about how we shouldn't be divided based on whether we are gay or straight. Part of me felt grumbly, recalling his willingness to benefit from misogyny and to campaign with homobigots during the primary. Part of me felt obliged to acknowledge that on this, the bigger stage, days before the election, his acknowledgement of women's and gay rights was a Big Deal. (Also: Whoa.) And the 40,000 people around us cheered their hearts out when he spoke about eradicating discrimination based on race, gender, sexuality, and ability. It did, in fact, get the biggest cheer of the entire speech, aside from its very end. Whatever Barack Obama does or does not believe personally, Obama voters in NWI are, it seems, ready for equality and justice for all.

That was something.

Iain said, afterwards, "It's so much bigger than Obama, what's happening." And it really did feel that way. It felt like 40,000 teaspoons.

When we first arrived, I had the thought: "Obama can't possibly live up to this level of expectation." As we were leaving, I wasn't thinking about Obama; I was thinking about the other people there, and wishing fervently they would live up to the promise of what is possible if everyone who cares enough to attend a rally and cheer also cares enough to demand everything they deserve from their government.

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Sunday Book Club


"The backlash against women is real. This is the book we need to help us understand it, to struggle through the battle fatigue, and to keep going."—Womanist and award-winning author Alice Walker, on Susan Faludi's 1991 book Backlash, a landmark book in the feminist critique of "conventional wisdom," media memes, and pop science about women, and the subject of today's Sunday Book Club.

This is Week Four and the final week of our discussion of Backlash. Next week will begin our discussion of Middlesex.

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OMG

Iain and I are sitting here watching CNN, and we just saw Cindy McCain's Monday interview with Larry King teased with the line: "Why she thinks her husband can come from behind."

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Looking Back

In January 2007, word got out that Barack Obama was forming an exploratory committee for his run for the presidency. This is what I wrote at the time.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Obama '08?

It's not a big surprise that Sen. Barack Obama (D-IL) has decided to form an exploratory committee to consider running for president in 2008. (Keith Olbermann said last night that using the term "exploratory" is ridiculous; of course he's going to run.)

The pundits are making a big deal out of this; not because Mr. Obama is a dynamic and commanding speaker, charismatic to the point of stellar, and has the refreshing pedigree that is as old as America but never before seen as a serious contender for the nomination. No, they're painting it as a tabloid-level battle between him and Sen. Hillary Clinton; CNN even went so far as to put up a caption of "Hillary vs. Obama," being slightly un-PC by referring to Ms. Clinton by her first name and Mr. Obama by his last. The way Wolf Blitzer discussed it on "The Situation Room" made me think I was watching an episode of "Access: Hollywood."

The right-wingers will have a tough time trashing Mr. Obama without coming across as racists, although that hasn't stopped nutballs like Debbie Schlussel from attacking him for something he has no control over such as his name and his father's ancestry. They will go after his lack of experience in government and foreign policy, although they will have a little trouble doing it with a straight face given the current occupant of the Oval Office. (Mr. Obama has said he will address that issue immediately by launching his campaign in Springfield, Illinois, the home and burial site of Abraham Lincoln, who served all of two years in Congress before becoming president.) They will dig up the fact that he once used cocaine, but Mr. Obama already brought up that issue several years ago in his own book and actually uses it as a talking point for showing how a young man on the road to ruin can turn himself around. Again, he's inoculated himself against attacks by the likes of well-known vice admirals like Rush Limbaugh (although rank hypocrisy and self-inflicted irony has never stopped him before) and Bill Bennett.

Then they will play their last card and do a big build-up to ask the most irrelevant yet brow-furrowing question of all: Is America Ready for a President Obama? Ah, the open-ended question; leaving it up to the responder to define what being "ready" means: are we ready for a black man in the White House? Are we ready for a president whose middle name is Hussein and whose last name ends with a vowel?

The answer is that it's a bullshit question and the only reason they ask it is because they can't come up with anything else that doesn't sound racist, trivial or just plain stupid. The questions about whether or not Sen. Obama should become the next president should be based on his leadership and the ability to use his skills and intelligence to guide the country and balance the politics with his vision. He has to rely on other people to tell him what to do and surround himself with smart people who may disagree with him, and he has to be able to listen to them. He has to be able to perform the job recognizing the fact that a president is both a partisan politician and the leader of the whole country, including the people who voted for someone else. It's a delicate balance, so throwing in trivialities such as his ancestry or the origins of his cognomen do nothing but skew the scale, and we might as well throw aside all pretense of considered debate and elect the next president using the same technique as they do on American Idol. If we'd asked those questions of several candidates in the past (and at least one that I can think of right now) and assuming that the electorate had paid attention to the answers, we might have gotten far different results.

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Auntie American

What Steve said.

My first question when I heard this was: "Was she even denied asylum for anything resembling an appropriate reason, or, like many female asylum-seekers, was she denied asylum because little things like rape, genital mutilation, and forced marriage are (generally) considered a state of womanhood so normal that they don't qualify women for sanctuary from that 'normalcy'?"

And my second: "Who in the Bush administration acted unethically, and quite possibly criminally, to make this information public, anyway?"

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Quotes of the Day

"[John McCain] is a man who has looked in the face of evil and not flinched...he's earned our support and confidence and the time is now for him to be our next president."—Vice President and Dark Overlord Dick Cheney, endorsing GOP nominee John McCain in Wyoming, today.

"I'd like to congratulate Sen. McCain on this endorsement, because he really earned it. That endorsement didn't come easy. George Bush may be in an undisclosed location now, but Dick Cheney's out there on the campaign trail because he'd be delighted to pass the baton to John McCain. He knows that with John McCain, you get a twofer: George Bush's economic policy and Dick Cheney's foreign policy."—Senator and Democratic presidential nominee Barack Obama, on the campaign trail this afternoon in Colorado.

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Daily Kitteh


Shaker Stan's cat Wilbur, who, as Stan explains, "decided to take a nap in the back of my car. I figured it was because he wanted the other cats in the neighborhood to know that he is supporting Barack Obama, even though he is white."

Feline voting trends are totally unchartered territory, and the conventional wisdom prescribed by Demographixxx: Beyond Thunderdome!!! is already being undermined! Cue Chris Matthews' head exploding from this heretofore unexplored demographic mindfuck in 3...2...1...

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