I think my dad would be really angry if I didn’t vote Obama. But not so for Christopher Buckley, son of the right’s patron saint, William F. Buckley. I have enjoyed Christopher Buckley’s writings for years (though not his column on the back page of the National Review). But he has recently “come out” in favor of Obama. I am a highly partisan person. And actually have trouble voting for people who aren’t in my party. I might have made a good Trotskyite. I’d like to think otherwise – that I’m highly rational, driven by data and principles. But I tend to go down the party line. Except for this one time in Madison where I was forced to vote for a Republican because the green party candidate for Sheriff didn’t actually know what the office was for (his campaign literature addressed things like third world debt). It caused me great pain. I can only imagine how Buckley must feel. But oddly, even given my paristanship, I’m not empathetic. I’m gleeful. I’m not sure what that says about me. It’s certainly nothing good.