The democratic process is slow moving and smells like sweat

I voted after work today. I voted for Obama, because I find him to be a better speaker, more assured, and more presidential in general. I don't put any credence in charges that he lacks experience. He's been active above and beyond the norm in the Senate.

On the other side, I find the distaff Clinton to be harsh and protean, with a shameless streak when it comes to campaigning (the crying, the digs at Obama). None of that would be a deal-breaker for me, though. What puts me firmly in the Obama camp is Mrs. Clinton's idiot parroting of our Chump President's lies about nucular weapons in Iraq and the demonization of Saddam at the expense of truth and safety. Also, her part in trying to pass a flag-burning ban.

Later, I went to the caucus. It was a raucous caucus. It was badly-organized, crowded, and chaotic. Texas hasn't needed a caucus in many years, so it's a big deal. Where I voted, there were a lot of black voters, so Obama's chances looked good. But I hear that Texas' Hispanic population largely votes Clinton. So it could go either way.

I'd be more excited about the American process, and it really would be a beautiful thing, if I had more faith in the system. If the actual physical act of voting had been managed better on the ground. If I were assured that the votes counted, and that there was no hijacking of the system on the state or national level.

O what a beautiful dream.

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And as long as we're on politics here's something funny because it's so tragic.