Elections

Yes, yes. There are elections today. And no, I don't have any idea who is running for what. Off year elections are like 50's sitcom sex. Everyone is vaguely aware it must happen, for God's sake something produced all these horrid little Stepford tow headed chlidren, but no one is exactly sure of the timing or the method.

I am so personally glazed over from another cool dry winter that yesterday I told the radio squire of Vidalia that absolutely nothing worth worrying about was going to happen at the polls.

Partly right but partly wrong. There is one race to watch.

Down the road, the strange, weird town of Doraville, a burg so devoid of recognition I once believed it solely consisted of an aging automobile plant, is electing a mayor and new city council. Why should we care? Because a few months ago, several city councilweirdos decided to play banana republic, hold secret meetings and fire their Iraqi War veteran Chief of Police. Today may be their day of reckoning and doom.

I doubt tanks will roll in the street (although the local johnny law apparently does have in its possession an armored assault vehicle!) but with everyone currently in a stupor from a bad case of the drought crazies, we can never be sure.

The only sane choice is to monitor Dorablog, for they shall certainly be first when the riots begin.