I held my nose and did the unthinkable…
Let’s put it this way: My dad would be proud of the way I voted. (Well, maybe not…because since he is a Yellow Dog Democrat and all that, he’s kind of between Barack and a Hillary place himself! Get it? A rock and…well, you know!).
Let’s just say that my vote in the Super Tuesday primary wasn’t a vote for anyone, but it was a way to vote against her…I mean, against someone else.
Not that it’s going to matter in the long run, by the way…but that’s another post for another day!
Did you vote?
