about being less informed than I care to admit...

As I mentioned in my last post, I'm in the process of doing some Illinois-candidate-research for the upcoming election. And now my head hurts. I'm feeling pretty solid on my choices for Senate, Governor, US Rep, and Attorney General. Then things get sticky. I try really hard to be politically-informed, and I pride myself on my educated voting practices. But why are there 66, SIXTY-SIX judges up for review in the circuit court? I suppose I could be lazy and just vote "Yes" to all of them, but what if there are a few whose issues don't jibe with my own? What if I unwittingly vote the pro-life, anti-gay, eye-for-an-eye court justice into office for another term? Now, I realize that in Chicago, my vote probably doesn't count that much, but did you see that Kevin Costner movie, Swing Vote?

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1027862/

The fear of that situation knocking on my door could make me lose sleep at night, and I am NOT ok with that.

So here I sit. Diligently looking up information on each and every one of the 66, while googling what the hell "comptroller" means (beyond that episode of Sex and the City with the politician who wants Carrie to pee on him...), and blogging about it along the way, because if I look at another aging white dude with the same platform, my head will explode.

I will be an educated voter, I will be an educated voter, I will be an educated voter, I will be an educated voter, and so on and so forth.

Mainly, I'm distracted by figuring out how I'm going to de-sluttify the "naughty cop" Halloween costume I had to settle for when the Lucy Ricardos were out of stock.

*Sigh* Back to the google....