Super Tuesday! Tuesday! Tuesday!

Here we go, then … Super Tuesday is finally upon us, and I and the wife performed our citizenly duties bright and early in the morning. No line and plenty of helpful volunteers at the polling place, so it would have been a nice, sleek in-and-out process if only I’d been a good boy and updated my driver’s license with my current address. Yes, where I’ve lived for eight years now, that place. So I should probably get that taken care of.

In the meantime, as part of Arizona’s tireless efforts to keep nefarious illegals from voting, you have to provide two pieces of paper to show that you really live at your address. Which is where we head into headache territory: My driver’s license has my (incredibly) old address, but my voter registration card has my current address, so I am one slip of paper away from being able to get my ballot-casting on.

One of the nice volunteers asks if I have anything with my name and my address on it, like a bill? Noper. Got nothing. So back home to pick up a paid bill and present it to the volunteers, after which voting ensued.

And that’s why I was late for work today.

I’m still trying to figure out exactly how a piece of paper I could have created in less time than it takes to write this post could prove anything about my identity. But then I stop because my head hurts.

As for the balloting itself, ended up going with Obama, mostly for two reasons: 1) He voted against the Iraq war. That’s huge. And: 2) The White House is not a timeshare. We need to not have any more Clintons or Bushes in there for a while.

That being said, I can live with either candidate becoming the party’s choice, which is nice.