Life in Philly
I’ve previously noted that Philadelphia politics are fun to watch. From a distance, the chaos may even look like democracy in action.
In a recent dispute, a local write-in-candidate for state representative office, who happened to be the dominant party’s favorite son, challenged his May loss to the only candiate who was on the official party line. He won in court, after a judge found that voters writing in the wrong place deserved to have their votes counted, even if (apparently) they got to vote twice as a result.
Two reactions to nuggests from the article about this bitter teacup tempest:
First,“[the write in candidate] . . . was the beneficiary of an extraordinary write-in campaign on his behalf, with stamps and ink pads and training sessions for poll workers.” Stamp and ink pads, I sort of get. But training for poll-workers? Doesn’t that sound fishy, even for Philly?
Second, the court “dated his ruling Thursday, a ittle more than two months after a one-day trial on the issue . . .” I’m sure that it is tough to be a judge on a busy state trial court. But it strikes me that this dispute isn’t, you know, another Bush v. Gore. I doubt that Rick Hasen was waiting by his fax machine when it came out. (Although between the time I wrote this post and the time I put it up, Rick did talk about the decision on his blog, which shows me!) Doesn’t two months seems like a pretty long time to hold up a decision that upsets the status quo?