Hands are for shaking, not tying.

Today is an election day.

Assuming you’re as green-minded as I’d expect you to be,

seeing that you’re following my site,

you should go vote.


There are a number of sites with suggestions for whom you should support,

but I found that they were of limited value.

The options here in Harrisburg are slim.


For those voting in the Pennsylvania area,

I’d suggest a straight democratic ticket,

the soul exception to which being the exclusion of Linda Thompson.

I’ve had her for a mayor.

She was terrible.


I wouldn’t vote for Scott Perry, either,

unless you have a greater affinity for affable nutcases than I do.

Sadly, I don’t think there’s an option of “no confidence.”

You might wish to merely abstain from voting for representative in PA’s forth district,

though I’d not object if you wrote me in.



you must do as your conscience demands.


p.s. For those of you who are being driven nuts by the unplaceable familiarity of this post's title, it is a lyric from the Soundgarden song Fell On Black Days.  I thought it a suited dual image of political schmoozing and call to action.