I’ve just sealed my absentee ballot for tomorrow’s elections. I am not an extremly well informed voter. I knew enough to know that I didn’t want to vote for either Bill Simon or Grey Davis, so I left Governor blank. I’d intended to go back after I was finished and see if I could force myself to vote for Davis, or vote for one of the (as far as I could tell) interchangeable independents, but I forgot and sealed my ballot. Well, there’s no “None of the Above” box on California ballots, so I guess that’s the next best thing.
Okay, I’m not a total idiot. I knew who I was voting for in the important races. My mom’s even met Cruz Bustamante through her charity work, for example. But most of these races… I don’t recognize a single name among the candidates running for Controller. Hell, I don’t even know what a Controller does. I usually vote Democrat on the basis that their shadowy corporate masters are marginally less terrifying than the Republican’s. I mostly voted the straight party ticket this year. But that’s not the real reason I voted the way I did. Most of my votes were really for the most asinine, arbitrary reasons imaginable. For example:
Joe Nation (State Assembley) may have been the Democratic candidate, but the real reason I voted for him was because “Joe Nation” is the best name I’ve ever heard for a politician. You could never get away with something like that in fiction.
I voted Yes on Measure C, which allocated more municipal funds for EMS and ER services, on the basis of the bacon cheeseburger I had for lunch.
There’s a position called Director of the Marin Healthcare District. I have no idea what that is or who those people are. Apparently, none of them are doctors. I get three choices. Well, Lynette Shaw is a Patient Services Provider, whatever that is. Sounds kinda like a nurse. That’s one. Jennifer Rienks is something called Health Outcomes Researcher. Well, that has Health and Research in it, which might mean she’s qualified for the position. Or it might mean she writes the Obituaries for the Independent Journal. Either way, she’s got my vote. Last choice. I decide to pass over the two incumbents in favor of Peter Christian Romanowsky, a “Self Employed Tradesman,” because he sounds like a crank, and I can only take so much with a straight face. This may backfire on me when the ER tries to treat my bacon cheeseburger-induced coronary with a quartz crystal and a session of tai chi.
I voted for Carole Migden (State Board of Equalization, D) because she’s a lesbian. Good dykes make good laws.
I voted for John Garamendi (Insurance Commissioner, D) because his last name sounds like “Garibaldi,” my favorite character from Babylon 5. Think about that one. Think how much money John Garamendi spent on his campaign. I have no idea how much it was, I never even heard of the guy before. But it was probably a couple million dollars. He might have had a cutthroat, neck in neck race with Gary Mendoza ®, with vicious attack ads and wild slanders from both sides. And Garamendi gets my vote because he sounds like a guy who hangs out with Vorlons.
And you know what the sick thing is? Compared to the national average, I’m a political animal. I could be on Crossfire. I vote for the dumbest reasons imaginable, but at least I vote. Most Americans don’t even rise to my level of incompetence. I guess that’s the great thing about Democracy. If the politicians don’t squash your faith in humanity, there’s always the voters.