6:30 in the morning. It’s cold and wet and dreary and raining and Tuesday.
And before the doors even opened, there was a line halfway down the hall at the polling place.
That is how it’s supposed to work!
Oh, and I could vote paper ballot — I said I didn’t like the electronic machines and would prefer to vote paper, and they took me right over to vote on a paper ballot.
Let me just add: fuck you, Ken Blackwell. I love the newer, bluer Ohio.