I was at the post office a few weeks back and re-registered to vote. I signed up as an Independent. The guy reminded me I wouldn't be able to vote in the primaries, and I acknowledged this. But I didn't say I hadn't voted in a primary for more than a decade. I didn't vote in it this year, even though the Democrats in New Mexico were able to move it up into the winter from June.

Biden was my first pick after watching way too many of the Democratic Party Debates. Richardson was kind of a home town (state) favorite. By the time New Mexico got its primary, neither of these guys were still running. It was, pretty much, just between Clinton and Obama (and that guy who cheated on his cancer-ridden wife--you were running for President and doing this? After getting all that sympathy about your wife's cancer? Damn...).

And I would have voted for either one of those candidates in the general election. What kind of flabbergasts me now is the notion that someone who was a fervent supporter of Clinton would be so pissed off they wouldn't vote for Obama. Are you going to vote for McCain? Nader? Ron Paul?

I'm really hoping Ron Paul runs on his own, that would be pretty fun. Not that I'm voting for him, but he's a hoot.

Polls are pretty close right now. I couldn't sit still in front of the TV long enough to see if someone did a poll in the last few days to capitalize on the Biden VP pick. For some reason, those talking heads were pissing me off today.

For the record, I don't own a house. I live in a triplex. I pay $600 a month, and, for the most part, the landlord is pretty good at getting things fixed. The week and a half it took to fix the bathtub plumbing was at least half my fault. I was in Ohio for a week.

Ohio is one of those states that should be solidly Democratic. They have negative job growth, their economy has almost completely stalled, and they have one of the most successful lotteries in the country. But they also have some crooked voting machines or gremlins or brain tumors or something, because they keep voting for the Republicans. I didn't see much, except that all the roads seemed to be under construction. And their Lake Erie coastline isn't as cool as the Lake Michigan coastline in Chicago. I was in hotels for three days.

My recent travels reinforce what I've always thought: Albuquerque is a pretty good place to live.

I thought Obama would end up picking Clinton. Which was fine with me. Either one of them was the popular pick, but Obama ended up on top by a few delegates. If he blows it, she'll be the frontrunner in 2012. Twenty years after her husband won.

I signed up with Moveon.org for free Obama buttons and stickers. I don't give money to political campaigns, and not just because I don't have tons of money (again, I don't own any houses or make anywhere near $5 million a year). And that reduced state tax rebate (down from $150 to $50--hey, c'mon, gas prices didn't fall THAT far in the last month) is gonna get eaten up by a really nice bottle of tequila.

But my point is this: I'm voting. And it's gonna be Obama/Biden. And I'm even gonna vote for that guy who wouldn't let my band play another song so he could wait for fifteen minutes to make a three minute speech about...whatever, I was at the bar. Because a guy who can't throw in a first pitch at a baseball game can't be president. And there's no way in hell I'm voting for an ex-Sheriff to be my representative.

Another thing I heard before I turned off the TV this morning: the phrase "left wing extremist environmentalists." I'm not voting for the guy who used that phrase in his campaign commercial either.

Matt Worley isn't disengaged, he's just been very disenchanted with this shit lately. Wait till he gets disenfranchised--he'll be really cranky then.