A friend calls to tell me that he “helped” his elderly mother vote in the West Orange election—meaning, they filled the ballot out “together,” whatever that means. Knowing none of the candidates and nothing about the election, he called me at 9:30 pm last night asking for advice, but alas, I failed to answer (some would call it “bad faith”; I call it “commuting”). Left to their own devices, “they” ended up voting randomly for “a bearded man” (Krakoviak) and “a woman” (Bennett). 😂

Where is Tocqueville when you need him?