I was a bit queasy in the voting booth, given the (POTUS) choices on the ballot. All that remained were unacceptable in their own way.
I determined that I was dang well going to register a vote
against McCain as
my candidate from the GOP*. Mother Hucker did not seem to be the best candidate for this, as he has played the role of McCain's butt-buddy since Iowa.
That left the Looney Magnet himself, Ron Paul. So, RP got the oval by his name filled in with ink fitting for my black mood.
Down-ballot, I got to vote for the most conservative candidates in the few contested elections. For instance,
Randy Dunning would be an improvement to the NEA-fellating, public-school-pimping, illegal alien coddling monument to the status quo who previously held the post. Since I live across the street from the polling place, I had his campaign post a big ol' sign on my fence over the weekend.
The further down the ballot I went, the better I felt. I did not vote for any unopposed candidates, on GP.
I really do not relish the next few months of campaigning, having to listen to two/three folks I detest. The idea of any of them winning is hateful. Maybe a comet will turn one of their debate venues into an impact crater, throwing the race into chaos and forcing the selection of another set of candidates.
A man can dream.
* I reserve the right to vote for the dirty rat come the general election on the grounds that his opponent is steaming pile of shinola and a future embarrassment to the nation.