RHYMES WITH ORANGE

Voting is a rare and sacred event for a people who have virtually no representation in Congress — even if that non-representation managed to shut down Stephen Colbert.

Every four years Washingtonians vote for president, and though the District is currently allocated three electors for the Electoral College, it's basically the same as voting in Texas or California: You know which way the state, or as the case may be, district is going to go.

In off-years, we vote for Mayor, and this year is a free-for-all because the mostly-successful Mayor Anthony Williams is stepping down. He's already delivered on baseball, and with or without him, the fight over the new stadium is getting ugly, so he's probably better advised to quit while he's ahead.

Which leaves us with a swarm of city councilors who all think they're up to the job. It's always possible that they are, but I haven't had enough time to develop any opinions about them, save for a strong dislike of Linda Cropp, and voter registration closes Monday.

Maybe I will, maybe I won't. But if I do, there's one other candidate I won't be voting for:


It's pouring down rain at 8 a.m. on a weekday morning, and you've got teenagers (who should be in school) in shorts and T-shirts wandering around U Street getting soaked to the bone, while senior campaign staffers huddle (not pictured) in the doorway of a nearby Quizno's? For shame, Mr. Door Hinge!

If you win, I will vote with my feet, which will be in my mouth, as I promise to talk and talk about moving to Virginia and then never actually do it. Are we clear?

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posted by WWB at 8:32 PM |