The clock radio woke me up as usual around half past six. Light traffic being the reward for rising early, I parked my bike at the WQED studios in the Squirrel Hill neighborhood at about seven fifteen and stood in line behind exactly one other person. For the sixth election running the elderly lady complained about my signature but took it anyway and for the sixth time I promised to clean up my handwriting. While I miss the crank-lever dinosaurs that PA once used, the new boxes (Votronic by ESS) at least worked smoothly. However – and this is completely unacceptable going forward – there was no paper trail to verify my vote. We still have a ways to go before we can consider the voting process fixed.
Needless to say voting won’t go smoothly everywhere. I probably won’t have time to document the atrocities so look to Kos and Josh Marshall if you need play-by-play. For example, will Ken Blackwill’s Ohio once again lead the nation in embarrassing electoral screwups? Early signs point to yes.
It looks like my positive experience wasn’t even representative of my own county. Eesh. What the hell do we pay Secretaries of State for anyway?