Last week I had some things to say about my House and Senate race. I remain powerfully conflicted about my Senator, and am very carefully monitoring everything he says and does regarding a certain Supreme Court candidate; if he votes to confirm, he loses my vote and will not be regaining it. I’ll send some money to Beto O’Rourke instead and see if him beating Ted Cruz can offset Donnelly losing his seat.
As for Mel Hall, as of this mailing today, that ship has officially sailed. I will probably be just leaving the House line on my ballot blank, but part of me is seriously thinking about voting for Jackie Walorski because I would rather have a Republican in office who is honest about her party affiliation than a “Democrat” who is going to stab the party in the back at the earliest opportunity.
That last paragraph? Nope. I’m done with you, Mel. You don’t get to run as a fucking Democrat and guarantee that you’re going to vote against Nancy Goddamn Pelosi and still think I’m going to vote for you. Newsflash, asshole: I’d rather have her in office than you. And “personal responsibility” is what Republicans talk about when they feel like they can’t say that poor people deserve to be poor. Fuck “personal responsibility.” It’s a dogwhistle. And fuck you.
The flipside of the flyer is all about Jesus:
So, yeah: rich, white, male, old, CEO, Jesusy, and anti-Pelosi. All that says Republican to me. And once again the word “Democrat” doesn’t appear anywhere on the flyer except for the part where they talk about who paid for it.
I am not voting for Mel Hall, because I vote for Democrats. He isn’t one.
EDIT: Having thought about it for a few more minutes, I’m making the somewhat more obvious choice and writing in Pat Hackett’s name for IN-02. I’m going to vote for someone I actually want in office.
I live in Indiana. I live in one of the bluest parts of Indiana, don’t get me wrong, but I was born and raised in this state and for whatever the hell it’s worth I’m likely to die here. I am, as a mostly-lifelong Hoosier (I lived in Chicago for nine years in there, and still occasionally refer to myself as a Chicagoan when the mood and necessity strike me) used to being ruled by Republicans, although Indiana is not remotely as monolithically red as most people who live outside the state think. I’ve had a Democrat as a Senator for most of my life, a couple of Democratic governors, and most of my House representatives have been Democrats. In fact, Joe Donnelly, my current Senator, used to be my House rep. He is only my Senator because he read the writing on the wall after redistricting and decided he would lose his seat and then lucked out against a truly abysmal Republican opponent.
Jackie Walorski became my Congresscritter after that election and has been re-elected a couple of times since then. She’s running against a guy named Mel Hall right now. I didn’t want Mel Hall to be the Democratic nominee. I didn’t want to vote for another old white guy, I could detect no enthusiasm anywhere for his candidacy, and of the three he seemed to be spending the least effort trying to be my candidate. Pat Hackett, who I voted for, and Yatish Joshi, who I didn’t vote for but wasn’t at all unhappy with, were everywhere, and they were both visibly working for votes. Mel Hall was just the default old white guy. I seriously thought, judging from what I’d seen, and in the absence of polling, that he was going to come in third, and I was shocked when he won.
My problem with Mel Hall, now that he’s officially the candidate, is that it’s becoming increasingly clear that Mel Hall doesn’t want to be the Democratic nominee either. None of his TV ads mention being a Democrat, and we just got a flier from him today and the only place the word “Democrat” appears on it anywhere is the legally-required little line in the corner about who paid for the damn thing. Instead, it talks about how he used to be a minister.
I don’t vote for ministers. I sure as hell don’t vote for ex-ministers who decided to go show the poor people of Detroit the way and the light until he and his wife had kids and then decided that being a missionary wasn’t important any longer. You were already a shitty minister and then you stopped for a shitty reason– and then got rich as a businessman, so fuck your religion one way or another. Not one single thing Mel Hall has released as a political candidate has given me a reason to consider voting for him. If I wasn’t the type to pay attention, I would think that we had two Republicans running for office. Which is what he wants.
And Jackie Walorski is going to spend the entire campaign calling him a fucking liberal anyway. Everyone to the left of any Republican is a liberal. That’s how it works. There is no such thing as a centrist to Republicans. There is them, and there is the demonrat liberals, and that’s it. And Mel Hall’s TV ad, which doesn’t mention the fact that he’s supposedly the Democratic nominee, does find time for him to say that “both parties are to blame” for Washington’s dysfunction.
Fuck you, Mel. We have a center-right party in Washington and we have a party that is rapidly degenerating into fucking fascism if it’s not already goddamn there and I don’t wanna hear shit from you about “both fucking sides” right now.
Which brings me to Joe fucking Donnelly. This fucking asshole is actually running an ad right now with video footage of the person claiming to be the President praising him. Meanwhile, I can’t watch a fucking home renovation show on Hulu without seeing six dozen ads about how he’s a filthy liberal who wants open borders and hordes of illegal Mexicans to come rape all of our pristine pure white women. One of their ads actually calls him “Mexico Joe.” That’s not an exaggeration.
These fucking assholes are not going to vote for you, Joe. And it would be a really good idea for both of these two shitbirds to realize who their goddamn base is and maybe try to goddamned motivate us to vote for them. Because here’s the thing: as much as I piss and moan about it, and as much as I’m going to hate doing it, we’re not in a position right now where I am capable of not voting for the Democrat on the ballot. America is in too much fucking trouble for me not to. I’ve said “fuck your conscience” on this blog and on Twitter a whole bunch of times, and “fuck your conscience” applies to my ass too, as much as I don’t want it to. Hall, as much as I hate to admit it, might have an outside chance if enough sexist assholes look at him and look at Jackie and decide that even a shriveled white librul Demonrat penis is better than no penis at all. Maybe. But I kind of doubt it. But Donnelly? Donnelly has nothing to offer to Republicans that his opponent doesn’t offer more of.
Gimme a reason to vote for you, you assholes. Just one. Some fucking thing I can hold on to when I vote. Because the thing is, there are a lot of us out there, and while I’m going to be in that ballot box come November there are a lot of people who just might not bother if they see no one who represents them. And frankly, if either of these two loses, they kind of deserve it. I’d hate for control of the Senate to hang on whether Joe fucking Donnelly gets re-elected in Indiana or not, but it very well fucking could.
So get out there and act like you want the goddamn job, you milquetoast pricks.
EDIT: I should make something clear here, actually: while I would really like to vote for someone who is at least as far left, if not farther, than I am, I am aware that the majority of this state and even this district are more conservative than me. I’m well used to voting for people more conservative than me, and I’m not even that bothered by it. It’s actively working to avoid representing the party that you’re running as a member of that is pissing me off so much about these two.
Having looked for transcripts of the two Democratic primary debates and discovered to my faint disgust that they did not exist, I spent the morning digging through both Pat Hackett and Yatish Joshi’s websites. Accordingly, I’ve decided that while I’d be perfectly happy for either of them to win the nomination, I’ll be voting for Hackett in the primary. The main things that swung my decision? Gun control is listed first on Hackett’s “issues” page, and while I’m much more abolitionist than she is, I’m much more abolitionist than absolutely everyone and she has a pretty well-thought-out and achievable plan. In general, I feel like Pat’s priorities match mine more closely than Yatish’s do at this time. In addition, personally, if you ask me to pick between the businessman and the adjunct professor I’m going to choose the professor every single time.
The only other St. Joseph County race of note is the county sheriff’s office. Ordinarily I wouldn’t think too hard about a sheriff primary, but something about the tone of one of the candidates’ ads around town has really rubbed me wrong, and I’ve decided to vote for Bill Redman in the primary. In this case his issues page and his opponent’s are not all that far apart, but in general I think I’ll vote for the guy whose background is in D.A.R.E. rather than the one whose career path went from narcotics to homicide to SWAT and who brags about being sniper trained on his site. There is a third candidate, but I feel like if you’re running for office in 2018 and you can’t be bothered to put together a website at all then I’m justified in ending my consideration of your candidacy right then and there. I suspect just from the volume of yard signs and roadside advertisements and such that this particular race won’t be close (and not in my candidate’s favor) but there you have it. I may go ahead and go vote tomorrow; we’ll see.
I have read two really good books recently, and while this isn’t the post for book reviews, they’re probably coming. In the meantime, check out Dread Nation, by Justina Ireland, and Void Black Shadow, by Corey J. White.
Early voting just opened for the Indiana primaries yesterday, and as someone who tries his damnedest to never actually vote on Election Day, I probably ought to figure out who I’m voting for. My Senator is an incumbent and I won’t be voting in the Republican primary to choose his opponent, so the big race is for my Congressional district, to oust the rather odious Jackie Walorski. Here are the choices:
I have made a decision in the last couple of years: I am dead tired of voting for white men in situations where I have another choice. I’m sure Mel Hall is perfectly fine and save some sort of disastrous scandal or something like that I’ll very likely vote for him if he wins the primary (possibly important: I have not seen a single speck of polling and have no idea who the frontrunner might be) but I have two non-white-men choices up there and I’m for damn sure picking one of them in the primary. The only question is which one, and I think in between taking the boy to school tomorrow morning and my dentist appointment (just a cleaning this time, no more pulling teeth) I’m going to read some transcripts of the last couple of primary debates and pick myself a Congresscritter. I think given the current political climate any of the three of them ought to be able to unseat Walorski– my district was reliably Democratic until recent redistricting pulled in a healthy chunk of the more Republican rural areas outside of South Bend, and there are still more than enough Democrats here to get one of us elected if we show up.
Entertaining sidenote: Mrs. Hackett is a married lesbian. My mayor is a gay man, engaged to be married soon. I would like to submit that if we send Pat Hackett to Congress, South Bend, Indiana immediately gets to claim the title of the gayest place in America. I would love to know if there’s anywhere else in the country that can claim that both their mayor and their Congressperson are gay. Somehow, I doubt there is.
I’m not at work today– I woke up with my head swimming like crazy, a condition that, seven hours later, hasn’t really gotten any better– and I probably ought to be doing something, anything other than sitting in front of a screen. But seeing as how things like walking around or moving in general aren’t exactly easy at the moment (the decision to call in was made moments after realizing I needed to sit down for my morning piss, and then needing to take a second to not pass out after I did) I’ll just write a shorter version of the post I had in my head anyway because staring off into space until bedtime doesn’t sound super exciting.
So, yeah: screw Al Franken.
I really could make that the entire post, and be done with it, honestly. There’s been a lot of yammering in Democratic circles over the last couple of weeks– I am paying no attention to what the other side thinks, because fuck them– about whether Franken resigning after multiple credible accusations of sexual harassment, at least some of which Franken admitted to, was going to be a Good Thing for the party or not. Franken, if nothing else, is at least a reliable vote in the Senate for Our Stuff, and has managed for the most part to buck the trend of former-entertainers-turned-politicians being useless buffoons. I myself tossed the idea of him running for President around a couple of times, an idea that I’ve mostly shot down because I’m really dead tired of voting for white men for President and don’t want to do it anymore.
And I dunno. Maybe I’d feel different– I suspect not, but maybe– if Franken was from a state that didn’t have a Democratic Governor, and maybe I’d feel different if the current lead candidate to replace him wasn’t a woman. But the idea of keeping a predator in the Senate because he’s currently useful to us is not a look I’m especially happy with. Oh, you don’t like the word “predator”? Too fucking bad. Dude shoulda kept his goddamn hands to himself. It is actually not hard to not grope people. In fact, not groping people is easier than groping people! There’s less to do!
“But the Republicans aren’t about to ask the shitgibbon to resign! And they’re voting for a pedophile for the Senate right now!”
So? Fuck them. They’re assholes, every last one of them, and I don’t want to be like them. I want every single one of these sex-assaulting shits removed from whatever public role they hold, and I want each and every single fucking one of them replaced in whatever positions they held by women. And honestly, I’ve seen a few prominent feminists on Twitter posit that they aren’t especially chafed by the idea that a few genuinely innocent men might get caught up in this, and I’m starting to come around to their side of things. Blow the whole shit up and start over. I don’t care if Franken gets tossed to the wayside in the process. Motherfucker shoulda kept his hands to hisgoddamnself. He didn’t. Bye, Felicia.
And now my head’s swimming again, so I’m going to go back to lying around and not doing anything. If anybody else gets busted for sex assault while I’m gone, assume I want them done and dusted and don’t bother telling me about it, OK? Cool.