You Californians are off the hook because you already feel my pain on this one. One hundred and thirty five names. In no particular order. (OK, there's an order, but it's different in each county so as to not give any candidate an unfair advantage, and to give the rest of us who aren't running for this office migraines.)
So many candidates, so little point. I guess I'll be voting for Bustamante, even though I really enjoyed Arianna's Flash movie piss-take against Arnold (and I definitely won't be voting for Arnold!)
I'm deeply scared I'm going to punch the wrong little chad. (I'm wanting to punch something, all right...)
And here's the whole darn thing in all its questionable glory. (Actually, there are two itty-bitty little propositions on the other side.)
