I don’t like to talk politics at the best of times. Heck I don’t like to talk politics at the worst of times either. It’s not because I don’t have strong political beliefs… I do. I just get so passionate and worked up when discussing my views that it does more harm than good. It’s gotten to the point where our house has a strict “no politics after 10pm” policy. That, coupled with our “no Q & A on the ABC before bed because it makes Liz all angry-like” usually means happy, and stress-free Liz. Of course, come election time, it usually means I have a less-than-comprehensive understanding of party policies. I admit it, my personal party policy is “vote above the line ALL the time.” But this election was different. This time I was so incensed at the tripe pouring from the mouths of our supposed leaders that I felt I should study up and make an informed decision when I mark my ballot.
Except that this year, I wasn’t going to HAVE a vote.
That’s right. No vote for Liz.











