A Piece of PI?

Today is Pi day.  That means tomorrow is Priday, Primary Election day here in the wastelands.  I'm still undecided on how my vote will be cast.  In November, I know regardless of the office they seek, from the top down or the bottom up I will not be voting for any of the GOP candidates.  Period, Full Stop, Period.  However, tomorrow is another story entirely.  In an attempt to derail the hate I am still considering a strategic vote against the Toxic Orange troll with the angry, funky-assed hair.  This in itself presents a dilemma.  That would mean voting for the only other person who may have a chance to win the primary here.  As much as I want the Drumpf to go away I find the idea of voting for the Texas zealot to be morally, ethically, philosophically and socially repugnant.  Just thinking about it makes me throw up in my mouth.

My first choice would have been O'Malley.  Number 2 is The Bern with Hillary coming in a distant third.  One Kennedy would have been enough, one Bush was enough, one Clinton was enough, one Obama is enough.  Of the other two examples that come to mind the Adams boys are really ancient history and the Roosevelts were ideologically different.  I don't like dynasties.  Dynastic succession, monarchy, dictatorships are all just different words for the same thing.  That's not what we're about.

We need to abolish the flawed two-party system.  And this insane primary election thing.  The early voting states influence the votes of the rest of us.  If my candidate of choice can't show well enough early, I don't get a chance to vote for them here.  It's broken, it doesn't work anymore.  If I'm still writing these in November you may hear me bitch about the Electoral College as well.

I've said it for years, and much to the dismay of my Constitution loving friends.  I think we need to be a Parliamentary Democracy, but that will never fly in my lifetime.  Automatic voter registration, easier voting, better scheduling, Saturday voting, Maybe 30 days?  Let's throw in No Confidence votes and easier recall elections.

Politicians need to remember who they work for.  From your local dog catcher all the way up through the ranks to POTUS.  These elected officials are EMPLOYEES, our employees.  If I don't do my job my boss can hand me the pink slip and you can almost bet that it won't take two, four or six years to escort my ass to the door.

Aiiiit.  My rant's over, this time.  I'm still four weeks timey-wimey, wibbly-wobbly in front or behind you.  I can never keep that straight.  At any rate, this one is done and loaded.  The Hockey thing happens tonight, I might get motivated enough to do another while the game is on.

As always, Siyabonga dudes.

See you tomorrow.