My husband was probably one of the first people at our polling place this morning, needing to get his vote in at oh-dark-thirty before heading off to the firehouse. And I was among the last, getting there around 6:30pm after a very busy day at work and making sure the dogs got at least a little time to play outside before I headed off to vote.
As residents of Chicago, more often than not we find ourselves choosing between bad and worse, or the lesser of two evils, come election time. This year’s race for governor of Illinois has been particularly ugly. Still, I would not skip the responsibility and privilege of voting.
Something much worse than having to sort through a less-than-ideal crop of candidates would be to not have a voice at all.
(NaBloPoMo | November ’10: 2 of 30)
It’s always good to let your voiced be heard!
priscilla recently posted..Tricky Treat Day
Very well said! We had the same kind of choice in Maine this year, too. Bad or worse.
::mingle::
Kwizgiver recently posted..not dreadful
Unfortunately, the “bad or worse” choice seems to sum up how many people felt, regardless of where in the country they live. Trying to think positive in that at least there was a choice.