I wanted to write something interesting about my experience at the polls, but it was rather drama-free. I was prepared for long lines, angry mobs, and a phalanx of lawyers challenging my suffrage, but the biggest violation of my civil rights I experienced was an election worker politely asking me to leave Dog outside.

I suppose one could have anticipated that the Republican machine was not going to waste its political breath on the godless people of Massachusetts.  You’ve heard of “latte liberals”?  We’re worse–we’re the zinfandel infidels!–and our re-election of Senator Kennedy was thus pretty much a foregone conclusion.

Confession: I had no idea Kennedy was even up for re-election until I saw the ballot.  That’s how much of a sure thing it was—any little bit of advertising he did escaped me.

Here’s hoping (but not necessarily expecting) the Democrats do something intelligent with their newfound power.