For probably the first time since I started voting back in 1984, I went to the polls this morning unsure for whom I was going to vote. As I noted Saturday, I was torn between voting for John Kasich, the candidate I’d most like to see as president, and Marco Rubio, the acceptable-to-me candidate with the best chance at winning the nomination.
In the end, I went with Kasich, figuring it was more important to signal the type of candidate I’d like to see the Republican Party nominate for the highest office in the land than to cast a strategic vote for a mediocre candidate who has little chance of winning Virginia, anyway.
I’m slowly resigning myself to the inevitability of Donald Trump securing the nomination and being faced with a choice between Hillary Clinton and a yet-to-materialize third party candidate. It’s truly remarkable that a nominating electorate that has consistently chosen qualified, moderate candidates over firebrands—who picked Mitt Romney as recently as four years ago—is going to choose a guy who can’t even bring himself to denounce David Duke. But it sure looks like it’s going to happen.









