I guess there will be voting tomorrow. I'm more apathetic about it than anything else. I know I probably shouldn't be, and yes it matters, and so forth. But for a bunch of reasons my enthusiasm remains unengaged.
Calling this election cycle "democracy" is like watching a chain-gang of whipped, sullen, full-makeup clowns driven past your front door and being told "it's a happy parade!"
For governor I have Andy Cuomo running against some nondescript GOP meathead. "Slab Angioplasty," I think he's called. Or "Buck Fistorino." Something like that. Time was, and it was not so long ago, the NY GOP could have run a similar meathead to the populist left of Cuomo and made this a race, but these are simpler, shittier times. Nobody likes Andy Cuomo, probably even his immediate family; he has all the personal charm of someone who would rather hard-sell you a timeshare than just fucking pass you the salt. Talk of Andy Cuomo aspiring to higher office is absurd; he's not quite as much of a prissy ass as Giuliani was, but he's not really a different person, unless you squint hard. Fuck him. For the House I get to choose between Richard Hanna and nobody. I vote gin.
Locally, it's fuck-all to care about.
This gets to a point that's not at all going to get mentioned tomorrow; the only place I saw it even brought up was on the John Oliver show. How can it be said that the midterm elections indicate a national anything when large swathes of the country literally have no rational reason to believe their vote remotely matters? Hell, even lots of -- most of -- the state and local races are just for show.
We have an electoral system flawed in design and easily abused in practice. You can get snide and blame people for not giving a damn, feel free, but the raw fact is that the entire American civic system is an anti-democratic pile of shit, and every single one of the authors of the Constitution liked to buttfuck underaged juvenile cockroaches without lube. That is a Historical Fact.
Maybe I'm off-topic. And I'm definitely cranky. But anyway, Nov. '14, Tempus Fuckit.