Blogger extraordinaire Dennis DiClaudio ventured out to vote in Chicago. But choosing between hotdogs and the ballot box seemed pointless, since he was going to vote for whoever had the stronger pro-hotdog platform anyway.

Dennis found voting in a theater slightly uncomfortable. Good thing American democracy has way less audience participation than most plays.

It was pretty hard to vote with all those distracting pictures of attractive people who had disappointed their entire families.

If there's a better way than tumbleweeds to convey the desperate lifelessness of American politics, we haven't heard of it.

Dennis wasn't sure why, but he couldn't shake the feeling that these people somhow just pick the winners on their own.

Indecision's own Mary Phillips-Sandy went to her home turf of Portland, Maine to see the electoral goings-on. (At the time, that sign had received roughly as many votes as the incumbent.)

Sara Gibson and her fellow San Franciscans took a break from undermining the simple, honest values of the American heartland to vote.

Maggie Sandford was worried it might technically be disrespectful to stand taller than the American flag. Not as bad as letting it touch the ground, but still.

It occurred to Maggie that trying to grab candy with a mechanical arm isn't too different from voting. (The same guy's going to win whether you vote or go for the candy.)

Until going back to vote in Los Angeles, blogger Joselyn Hughes never understood why English had to be made the national language.

It's still unclear to Joselyn whether fourth-graders get to vote in Los Angeles or just make the signs.

Blogger Matt Tobey thought this Michigan church seemed like an odd place to vote for a godless socialist dystopia, but whatever.