I’m all for President Obama and drinking on the beach, but if I can’t marry Rachel Maddow… kidding, I’m a kidder! Good luck on Prop. 8.

Rachel would never marry HalloweenJack.
HalloweenJill is another story…

I’ll vote for the candidate who promises to pass a law limiting the election campaigns to a four week period for the primaries, and two weeks after that for the general election.

Oh, and gay marriage. I’m all for adding a little gaiety to my marriage, perhaps a lark nt the park on Sundays…

I had no line here in central America’s Wang…in and out in 10 minutes. Mrs. cope waited for 2 hours in the rain to vote Sunday. Oh well, at least she got to be on TV.

Colbert stated that he doesn’t follow the polls, he goes by yard signs as well. His conclusion: “Congratulations, president Remax!”.

Voted three weeks ago via absentee. That left me time to wave a No On 8 sign last night outside Mission Valley Center, and a Vote for Mike Lumpkin sign (CA-52 against Duncan D. Hunter, son of) this morning @ Pomerado and Willow Creek.

That rain started off as a drizzle, but two hours later it was rain. Got one of those free Starbucks coffees and I can feel my toes once again.

Amen to that.

Just came back from voting in Concord, California. It’s sunny and about 60 degrees. No line at all, although there was a line going out the door when the poll opened at 7 AM. The election judges are expecting all heck to break loose after about 4 PM.

I got seriously misty-eyed as I was filling out my ballot! That was surprising – where did all those big feelings come from???

Voter #619 at my precinct here in Wyandotte, Michigan – 70 degrees and fantastically sunny. On the way to work this morning, the line over a block long; at lunchtime, I waited about 5 minutes. My misty-eyedness made it hard to see my ovals.

Or what EnfantTerrible said. Except for the California part.

Sunny and cool here in Sacramento after heavy rain for the past couple of days. Much longer lines at my polling station but they moved quickly and the poll workers were tired but happy at 9 a.m. when they said they have never seen anything like it at this precinct (and one of those women has been working this precinct as long as I’ve been voting here — more than 30 years). If you’ve got a lot of rain in Southern California, that could be a good sign — it could hamper the efforts of my wingnut relatives to get to the polls. There are a lot of them, so it matters.

A little while ago on NPR, they were discussing how you talk to friends and family after the election when you were on opposite sides. General advice was be nice, don’t gloat, etc. One woman called in and said friends who are McCainiacs had told her awhile back not to contact them until after the election because they didn’t feel like talking to her since she’s for Obama. One of the guys on the show (sorry I didn’t catch who it was) said in that case, you should tell them when Obama has won that, yes, he will be taking all their worldly possessions, but the money would only be used for good — purchasing wedding cakes for gay marriages. I’m so using this one at Thanksgiving!

Call me a sentimental fool, but it was thrilling to vote for him today. I first voted in 1968 for poor old Hubert Humphrey, but I haven’t been this excited about an election since 1960, when I was 13. I didn’t know much about politics then (Quemoy? missile gap?) but Nixon creeped me out (and my mother couldn’t stand him).

Nixon inhabited my nightmares in 1960. I was sure that because I lived in California, he and his five o’ clock shadow would come and get me. He was even scarier than the Pep Boys, Manny, Moe, and Jack.

When I was in the Marines at Pendelton we used to drink on the beaches in San Diego all of the time. When did that change? I was down for a wedding in 2005 and we sat out on PB and drank all night long.

I’m in LA — waited 2 hours this morning, in line with more people than I’ve ever seen, and ended up working at home instead of driving the 30 miles to the office. The precinct workers told me the lines had formed at 6 a.m. — an hour before the polls opened. For once in my life I didn’t mind a long wait, because it was so great seeing so many people voting! Then Hubby Dearest went over about 2:00 and was in and out in a little over half an hour, lucky him. He said they told him they expected another big wave around 5:00.

Wyandotte? WYANDOTTE????? Somebody from my old hometown reads this blog??? Tbogg, you bring the world together in the most mysterious way.

LMAO.

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Meghan tries SO HARD to be the coolest indie girl evah! What with her indie music picks, “blogette,” attempts at Vice fashion (complete with a kefiyah!), and her prius-driving ways. How she can find friends amongst people with like-minded tastes as the daughter of the guy calling Obama a marxist terrorist is beyond me. No doubt some starstruck types befriended her on the off chance she’ll become the first daughter, but once that dream is shattered, who will be left?

And more importantly, who will come to St. McCain’s BBQ’s once the media stops giving a crap about the presidential loser?

Jenna and Not Jenna on the other hand must be mighty relieved. Only a few more months before that Worst President Ever talk slowly slips into the past. No matter what happens today, they are the real winners. Except for whichever one married that Young Republican douche. Happy days may still evade her.

Don’t think that I haven’t thought about it, man.

The Land of Lincoln was about as safe for the big O as a state can be, but I still went in and voted. History, beeyotches: we are making it.