I was too tired to even post anything. Let me just say that I think my precinct is a microcosm of the whole country. My precinct is run by a bunch of old white guys in polyester pants and bad sweaters. They've got nothing better to do, so they run for school board, election board, etc. Their basic goal is to have enough time to play golf and keep out all the gays, blacks, hispanics, and commies. When I walked in, they looked at me like, "Why aren't you home baking cookies and taking care of the kiddos?" They won't say that out loud, but it was exuded from their being. And there were shenanigans at my precinct--minor ones, but still. Let's just say that it's a good thing I was there.
So I'm mad about the election. And to top off losing the top of the ticket, I am represented by only Republicans--Curt Weldon (house), Rick Santorum and Arlen Specter. My plan is to make their lives a living hell. I am going to write to them every day. I am letting somebody know how I feel and I am going to work harder to elect democrats to replace them. And if that doesn't work, I'm moving to France.
No work is getting done here today--by anyone. We're all depressed and angry and feel like we've had the rug pulled out from under us. I'm off to read some more blogs.