The election has been called for Aaron Ford. Game. Fucking. On.
I never thought a day would come where I would be voting for Joe fucking Lombardo. Hell, I didn’t even vote for that fucker for sheriff. Now I’m going to be voting for a goddamn cop.
They have called the Attorney General primary for Nicole Cannizzaro, so I suppose I need to learn how to spell Cannizzaro. The GOP primary went to Adriana Guzman Fralick, another name I am going to need to learn how to spell. I was kind of behind Zach Conine, so I am a little disappointed, but he also never got back to me about anything.
The issue with American politics today is that everything is binary. You’re either Team Red or Team Blue. It’s representative government, and you are, in theory, supposed to pick the candidate who best reflects and represents your interests and values.
In practice, however, the candidate who best represents you on paper is not always the candidate who best represents you personally. In fact, they can become adversaries very easily, and you are left to fight them.
I voted for Aaron Ford because I believed he represented values I shared. I believed he would protect victims, uphold the law, and ensure government accountability. Instead, when I needed those principles to mean something, I found myself standing on the opposite side of the table.
What’s the old saying? You can’t fight city hall?
That’s bullshit because city hall exists solely for your benefit. Government exists to serve the people. You pay their salaries. You elect them to office. And when the law of the state or country is clearly on your side, you deserve to be seen, heard, and fairly and reasonably served by your government.
You can feel free to disagree with me and believe that I should be voting for the greater good. But come talk to me when your life has been ripped apart, at least in part, by men you yourself elected to office because you believed they would have your best interests at heart.
At some point, politics stops being an abstract debate about policy and starts becoming personal. When that happens, party labels, endorsements, and campaign slogans suddenly matter a lot less than the way people in power actually treated you when it counted.
I would vote for Satan himself before I voted for Aaron Ford again.
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