I voted "Other."
Months ago when the field was larger and more diverse, I was really excited about the Democrats' chances of beating Trump this fall. I looked at all the candidates and just knew was there someone in there I could rally around, someone who would unite the party and put an end to this criminal administration.
I liked Beto, mostly because of his run at rat-boy Cruz, but he wasn't ready at all. I liked Harris well enough. I like Buttigieg, but I just don't see this country electing an openly gay man.
Now the field has been whittled down to Pete, Klobuchar and a bunch of old ****s — and I'm stuck with non-appealing options.
Biden? Old and losing his mind.
Bloomberg? His TV and radio ads are blanketing my Trump state, so I'm not sure why he's spending money here.
Buttigieg? See homophobic evangelicals.
Klobuchar? Thanks for playing. Here's a year's supply of Rice-O-Roni.
Sanders? The more I see of him, the less I like him. The sense of "you owe me" is off-putting.
Steyer? I like what he says just fine, but his candidacy is a joke.
Warren? Eh, meh.
I'm much less optimistic than I was five or six months ago. I'm tired of the endless campaigning and haven't watched a minute of the last four or five "debates." I'm tired.
I will vote for the Democratic candidate no matter who it winds up being. I just wish I could believe that person has a chance. I wish.