Well, last night I went to bed all sad-ified that Latoya London had lost the vote. I was really thinking, “Well, OK, that just cuts it. It was one thing with Bush and Gore and Florida and the chads, but I think this just proves that ‘America’ isn’t qualified to vote, and we should just go with Plato’s ideal of a philosopher king (and yes, I’ll volunteer).”
But then tonight? We voted for The Dread Pirate Rupert the friendly giant, and my faith in democracy was somehow restored. Yay!