Houston has lots of money, which means we have lots of candidates, and for the last week our favourite park has been choked with a forest of election posters and block-busting lines of early voters. Apparently a lot of people are unhappy with the current king and want to send him a message. What happened to having a revolution and chopping off heads? Far more civil times.
Trying to get close to a polling station is a lottery in itself. "No no, I'm British," I told everyone as I was accosted by the hundred people strongly urging me to vote for their candidate. And then we met a candidate himself! In a moment reminiscent of the young Bill Clinton meeting JFK, or maybe Nixon meeting Elvis, Pete got to say hello to Todd Litton who's running for Congress. Thankfully he refrained from kissing my baby.
After that we cycled home, high-fiving everyone in the long waiting line and encouragingly shouting "God Save the Queen!" Who knows what the result will be, but well done Texas for giving it a go. I can't wait until we try a Texit referendum...
Difficult decisions.
Hey! Only Russians are allowed to interfere with elections!
I know nothing about this candidate, but he gets my vote.
Pete with a photo of Todd Litton, handed to him by Todd Litton.
Allegedly you're not allowed to canvas too close to a polling station. Could have fooled me.
This is what all that ugliness in 1776 was for, people! Vote!!
Good to see that fear-mongering is alive and well in 2018. What says "immigration worries in Houston" better than a picture obviously taken at San Francisco airport?
