Beware the Ides of March… ironically, it is primary election day here in Ohio.
No, that is not a portrait of Presidential candidates. It is a glorified doodle… I was coloring with the boys, my 3 and 4 year old grandsons, while their mama ran errands. Surprisingly, it was the youngest who asked me to break out the colored pencils. It is usually their sister, who was at school yesterday.
I don’t know who to vote for… my candidate of choice opted not to run.
The way I see it, I have four choices:
- Let a coin toss decide between Clinton and Sanders on a Democrat ballot, as neither one has captured my attention, must less any sense of anything.
- Ask for a Republican ballot to vote for ANYONE BUT TRUMP as my opinion of him as being an obnoxious pompous ass from years ago has NOT changed regardless of campaign rhetoric. BUT, here in Ohio, voting a Republican ticket would make me a registered Republican.
- Ask for a Green Party ballot… that’s one way of saying “NONE OF THE ABOVE” as no one on the Green Party ticket has a snowball’s chance in hell of winning POTUS. One the plus side, I could vote for a friend who is running on the Green ballot for some kind of state office.
- Give up my “bitching rights” by opting to not vote at all. It’s only the primary… I can vote in the general for anyone I darn well please without declaring any party loyalty.
I have until the polls close to decide.
In the meanwhile, today is Mr. Marsberry Cat’s 18th unofficial birthday. I don’t know exactly what date he was born, so the Ides of March is a good guess of ye about when. He was the last of the litter, already two or three months old, when we brought him home in Spring of 1998.
I can’t believe that he is still breathing on this planet. Sometimes, I’m not so sure he still is… he sleeps a lot. I’m told that he “rules the roost” around here, but that’s not true. He just thinks he does.
Thanks for reading!
Barnbees 