Sarah Wrote That

Today was my first time voting outside New York City since the days when Bill Clinton had yet to read Vox.  Ah, those massive NYC machines (the voting gizmos, not the parties); the little switches and enormous levers—now that’s voting.  Steampunk voting!

This afternoon the polls were quiet, the poll workers all incredibly chipper.   Out in front, a lone, soggy Coakley supporter held his sign high.

(ridiculous Boston Globe pollwatcher reports via The Awl: Wonkette)