I'm leaning Obama but am really expecting it to be decided before the WA caucus rolls around. I have to admit it annoys me that due to primary/caucus timing, I have about as much voice in choosing my party's nominee as I do, say, choosing the leader of the Labour party in the UK. It seems like the system could be made much more, you know, democratic.
(Don't even get me STARTED on the Electoral College. I went several rounds with my mom last week because I refuse to believe that something the All-Wise Founders thought up in the eighteenth century must necessarily be the best way over two centuries later. She doesn't buy my "one person, one vote, all votes count equally toward the outcome" argument because she really thinks people in rural areas need protection from the dominance of big cities. I don't get it.)
I'm thinking of voting for the dog. He's sensible on immigration (fences bad!), the war (love everyone!), and health care (shred all the paperwork!); he has unpresidential hair and a slightly irrational thing about getting his feet wet, but it's really not that much weirder than seeing a UFO at Shirley Maclaine's house. And it's not like my primary vote will count for anything anyway, by the time May rolls around.
Who would the dog's running mate be?
again, I am lisa. and now I am going to get my building ID and then get more food at some point.
Not the cat, because then the cat will run everything. (Bush/Cheney = Dog/Cat.)
No, not the cat. In the dog's perfect world, probably the couch -- but then that brings out the real problem with the dog running for office, which is, well,
running.
In 2004, LJ-based fandom had presidential elections. It was awesome, though I don't remember who ended up winning. But people proposed their own candidates -- Boromir and Faramir, Lex and Lionel Luthor, etc.
That was fun. Someone should do it again.
I'd completely forgotten about that, Dana! Good times.
again, I am lisa.
Sorry! Fortunately I brought some nuts with me for afternoon snack (also some chocolate) because I predicted this would happen.
In the dog's perfect world, probably the couch -- but then that brings out the real problem with the dog running for office, which is, well, running.
So the dog is Fred Thompson?