"The question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence, whether much that is glorious, whether all that is profound, does not spring from disease of thought, from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect."
Edgar Allan Poe
We voted a week ago by putting our ballots into the drop off box in front of the Ballard library. That ensured that all the miserable robo-calls over the past week were wasted, though they did do their job as infuriators, making us madder each time at their assumption that they have the right to use OUR phone to interrupt our lives. It really frosts my cake at the lot of them.
It interests me that people have such short memories. They don't remember where we were just two years ago, the free fall in the economy, the wars, the banking scandal, the wall street scandal, the incompetence. I lost $40,000 in one of my pension funds in the fall of 2008. I will never forget that.
Luckily I have lived long enough to see the pendulum swing back and forth, and I long ago learned that the voting public has a memory like a goldfish.