I checked the presidential polls before I left for my dance class last night at 7:00. At that point Obama had taken a few key states in the east and we were waiting expectantly on the others, knowing that this was going to be long over before California was tallied. My carpool buddies hopped into the car and informed me that we got Ohio. Warming up in the classroom, each student came in with reports. Midway through class a triumphant and emphatic shout went up from the jazz class next door. The teacher popped her head into our room, with her cell phone in hand. They had called it.

It’s about quitting time, isn’t it? Why not swing by your polling place on the way home? Dinner will wait.

This is pretty much the eleventh hour, folks. The polls close at 8:00 p.m. People who don’t vote lose the right to bitch about our administration for the next four years. Maintain your right to whine around the water cooler.

Vote.

The polls are open until 8:00 p.m. today, just in case you were wondering.

Go vote. Now. Seriously. I’m not kidding. I don’t care what you’re doing. Excuse yourself for an hour and go vote. Take a vacation hour. Do what you have to do.

Don’t know where your polling place is? Want to look at a sample ballot? The League of Women Voters can hook you up with that information.

My blog, on the other hand, is an entirely appropriate place for me to spout off my political point of view, so here I go. If you don’t want to hear it, log off.

I plan to vote no on Proposition 8. I respect your right to disagree with me. I respect your right to vote differently and your right to blog or display signs or otherwise promote your point of view. What I do take issue with is signs like this:
Yes on 8 = Religious Freedom
Yes on 8 = Freedom of Speech
Yes on 8 = Parental Rights