Happy Post-Election Day, y’all. Gonna make a few notes (as usual). I went to vote at my polling place on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. There were just a few voters there -- and this was about lunchtime. Place smelled of urine. There were workers, or hangers-on, talking about politics. Are they supposed to? As always, I was not asked for any ID -- I just had to sign my name. This seems a little . . . loose. As if it would insult someone to ask for his ID, before he proceeded to vote.
As I mentioned in the Corner yesterday -- I know you know NRO’s group blog -- I voted for Josh Goldberg, so happily. He was running for City Council, on the Republican line. He is the brother of Jonah, and the son of the late Sid, plus the divine Lucianne. Republican levers actually work in Manhattan -- though you may have to give them an extra yank. Back in Ann Arbor, when I was coming of age, we used to joke that the Republican levers barely worked: They were rusted over from disuse.
In addition to Josh, I voted for Michael Bloomberg, for mayor. That is, I voted to reelect him