A Pox on Both Your Houses

Our city's in the middle of a very contentious mayoral race. It's bad enough that the as-far-as-I-can-tell-not-corrupt up and comer who's challenging the really-pretty-damn-corrupt incumbent is starting to grate on me as well. So glad today is election day and tomorrow it will be over. So many flyers. So many canvassers. So many goddamn telephone polls.


Today, the TV truck that the current mayor rents every election to drive the streets like some kind of 1984 parody parked itself outside our window and started blaring. At 7:30 in the morning. ARR did not like this one bit, and refused to eat as long as it was there. Since he was hungry, he spent the time whining instead. Made getting out the door fun. Can't blame the kid, though--it was really loud and really obnoxious.

Hey mayor, we have a new slogan for you--Jeremiah T. Healy: Makes Babies Cry.