apparently people in wicker park don’t vote, because i’m sitting here listening to these reporters freak out about voting lines.
i barely had time to take a phone call in line. i had just enough time to notice that my neighborhood is full of quite good looking women who vote, and then all of a sudden i was voting.
twenty minutes start to finish, five of which was just me trying to figure out which line i was supposed to be in.
i had time to go grab some dog food for branner before i ran down to work.
so i don’t care who you voted for, but i would like to know what issue you’d vote on if you had to choose just one.
care to share?
When a candidate for public office faces the voters he does not face men of sense; he faces a mob of men whose chief distinguishing mark is the fact that they are quite incapable of weighing ideas, or even of comprehending any save the most elemental—men whose whole thinking is done in terms of emotion, and whose dominant emotion is dread of what they cannot understand. So confronted, the candidate must either bark with the pack or be lost… [A]ll the odds are on the man who is, intrinsically, the most devious and mediocre—the man who can most adeptly disperse the notion that his mind is a virtual vacuum. The Presidency tends, year by year, to go to such men. As democracy is perfected, the office represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. We move toward a lofty ideal. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.
– H.L. Mencken writing in the Baltimore Sun on July 16, 1920