The election is over, and I don’t really feel too bad. My philosophy was the same I apply to the rest of my life– I pegged mostly everything as hopeless, so I could only be pleasantly surprised.
Such as in the case of Sharron Angle’s defeat, Colorado’s Personhood amendment, and of course, our very own Prop B.
I was initially torn about Prop B. It sounded good and I knew it pissed off teabaggers so it was probably right. But even my corollary to the Theory of Rita-tivity wasn’t completely reassuring. My main concerns were that the excess animals would most likely be euthanized, and that puppy mills would just be driven underground. But after careful consideration, reading both sides, I finally decided to commit to voting yes.
So I did. So did most Missouri voters.
I checked the reaction on the yes and no on Prop B Facebook event pages. On the latter, I found confirmation that I made the right choice.
It was quick thinking, Cheri Medlin Cason, to submit a correction to the typo that slipped through in your CALL FOR ASSASINATION.
On FACEBOOK. With your NAME ATTACHED.
I worry for Mr. Oboma’s safety. Whoever he is.