I just voted, which is sort of like fighting for the right to party. The electoral college seems like an archaic way to elect a president, but those of us in NY are spared the constant onslaught of political ads that my friends in Florida are not. I admire those who are voting in the makeshift tent booths that are set up in no mans land areas hardest hit by the storm. A lot of the tents are without heat and they have to wait online in the cold. I was lucky, I waited inside a school.
I'll leave you with some inspiring music from Ian Hunter and the Rant Band: When I'm President.
Although Ian has lived in NY for years, he was born across the ocean, making him ineligible to hold the title.
Cross my heart Hope to die When I'm President Pigs are gonna fly
With a statement like that, don't you wish you could vote for him?
