OK I'll be straight with you, I'm a Bernie supporter, and a Democrat. As a Democrat my main concern was whether Bernie could win, given who he is, etc. but I had myself convinced that Hillary is so genuinely unpopular that Bernie had a better chance, so I was prepared to vote for Bernie in the Texas Super Tuesday Democratic primary.
But as the election neared, I had two other problems. First, I had a strong urge to vote in the Republican primary (as anyone can do in Texas; you just say which party you are or you want, at the door, and they give you that ballot) - just to register my feeling about the different Republican candidates, and second, I wanted to have a say in who got elected in the Congressional district.
In our district, this guy is retiring who has been accused locally of using the office to make himself rich; he also was unable to distinguish, back in the day, when somebody closed a federal monument, that it was the Tea Party that had closed down the government, rather than the park ranger himself, and he blasted away at the park ranger for closing down this monument. So he was kind of a laughing-stock, nationally, and very well known for greasing the wheels that got him where he was. People took care of him, financially, and he used the government to take care of them. I thought, and people keep electing this kind of guy? What's up with that?
So now you have these eight or nine candidates vying for the Republican nomination, in this district, which includes Lubbock but also Big Spring and Abilene, and the Democrats have nobody. Nobody. Not a primary race, not a single candidate, nobody. So, going into the general election, you have these Republicans, which start with a Bush advisor, then comes the mayor, then comes the steel-toed boot, then comes the ex-Marine, and they get more conservative from there. The Bush advisor, maybe, is the most liberal of the bunch. And the campaign is nasty, with apparently the dirtiest most low-down accusation they could make of each other being the mere association with the gay community, ads that say, in effect, that so-and-so ran in the color race (?), or worked in an organization that allowed gays to work there, and we might be talking about an army base here, or someone who may have had to allow gays to work there. So, if you're not strongly, publicly, energetically committed to excluding gays, you're not conservative enough? That's what it would appear. The steel-toed boot went so far as to say something like, hey, if you even appear to support the gays, that's really not what Republicanism is about, is it? At one point the poor Marine guy went into the hospital. Said he'd been attacked by terrorists, attacked by guys with guns and all, but never attacked so viciously as he was in this election.
Well under that situation, I really wanted to jump in there and say something, because, if not, anyone could be elected; that's how we got stuck with Cruz. In that kind of situation, it's whoever gets a fair number of supporters, enthusiastic or not, and the race is clearly among them; we Democrats, if we're true to ourselves, are off voting for Bernie or Hillary. And in fact, it was a raucous election, and we will get stuck with one of those guys, and if there was a large number of Democrats voting Repub I didn't see them.
At the last minute, I stuck to my Dem identity, and took a Dem ballot. I decided that if we really wanted a Dem to run we should have found a Dem to run, and run Dem. Maybe I should have done it myself. Much as I can't bear the spectrum of Repub candidates, at least they got the signatures. They got up there and ran; we didn't.
The place is crazy; it tricks you into thinking a Bush advisor is reasonable, liberal, educated, clear-thinking, acceptable. This guy advised Bush on energy issues. The others make him look like a calm, friendly, reasonable guy who would be our best choice in Congress. I can tell you this; in contrast to the others, that is true. That I could possibly consider voting for such a person is testament to how twisted my reality could possibly become, in a situation where my choice is basically so far away from my own thinking, that I question whether I can really even call it a "choice".