See Jane vote. Vote Jane vote!
I mailed my absentee ballot to Florida last Wednesday so that it was sure to be in Pensacola by 7pm tonight.
It was a sad day because I could not vote for my Contender. (A Double Dutch Long Finger Salute to the Republicans in my home state for that missed oportunity.)
My pencil flirted with the Ron Paul option, because Primaries are where our voices are heard. And since Fred! was forced out of the race, a whimsical vote might salve the wound on my political soul.
Instead I voted against my worst nightmare, John McCain.
John McCain is one heroic bastard, to be sure. (Did I mention that John McCain is a hero?) But raw heroism won't haul the mail in America in the coming years. Being a cloak room-Kennedy butt smooch won't restore The Shining City on the Hill. Temper tantrums won't coerce illegal aliens to vote Red.
Yep. I held my nose (to be sure) and voted against a bonafide American Hero.
But perhaps I was too hasty.
Hillary Clinton in the West Wing might serve to hasten the Conservative voices in Congress to start screaming for their due in the Revolutionary tradition of 1994. (HellOOooo... paging Senator DeMint...Senator Jim DeMint....)
At this point in the train wreck, it is my fervent wish is for Hillary to be elected President--not for how she will spite my beloved America, but for how she will help the GOP find its soul in just two short years. She will become the GOP's voodoo doll (ala, George Bush) and galvanize the gut of the Conservative movement to stand and be counted, or forever hold its peace.
Conversely, John McCain in the Oval office will do nothing but stomp out what embers of Conservatism remain on the GOP platform.
See Hillary run. Run Hillary run! Because I'm is getting used to this whole "contrarian voting" gig.
And if that makes Jane a dick, then so be it.
