Vote for the guy with the biggest ears.

I've probably posted this before – maybe four or eight years ago – but repetition is the better part of squalor, so here goes . . .

I was in Vietnam when election day, 1968, rolled around.  I got my absentee ballot only a couple of days after my man-by-default, Humphrey, lost to Richard Nixon by less than a percentage point, 42.7% to 43.4%.  (Segregationist George Wallace got 13.5%)

    

In a spirit of I-don't-know-what, I wrote in Mickey Mouse.  When I got home from Vietnam, I was leafing through the accumulated magazines and found that Mickey had been a pretty strong contender for fourth party, with about 20,000 votes.  I felt strangely vindicated.  (Never did like Humphrey that much.)

Joe