To Schwarzenegger or Not to Schwarzenegger?


Hmmm...vote for a decent, Republican incumbent, or take a risk on a Democratic candidate I know nothing about? I cannot stand politicians who use smear campaigns because it makes them look bad. How can they not see that?

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