Here in San Diego, it’s drizzling (or as we call it: "a torrential downpour") which means that voter turnout will be down,  John McCain will take the state, and Sarah Palin and her snowbilly family can start shipping snowmachines down to Number One Observatory Circle. Plucky lil patriot that I am, I’m on my way out the door to vote, probably about forty-two times since they’re already complaining about voter fraud so why not be promiscuous about it?

Based upon lawn signs, there are three topics of local concern: President (all signs point to Obama), gay marriage, and drinking on the beach which is as polarizing as it gets around here. 

Back soon with the ever popular poll report.

Earlier I joked that we were having a torrential downpour. It’s no joke now; we’re having a torrential downpour. It’s raining like the tears of Megan McCain when she finally realizes that she’s not going to be a princess. Short lines, double the voting booths from previous elections. In and out in seven minutes. As much as I would like to believe that it’s all going to be about the President, knowing my neighborhood as I do, I think it’s more about the drinking on the beach.

Priorities, man…