Frosted Mini Wheats with a side of VOTING
I have officially voted! Woo-hoo! I am so nervous and excited about today. Casey and I got to our polling station at 5:30 this morning to be there when the polls opened at 6 AM, and we were still about 75 people back. Which is crazy and wonderful, because I am a stickler about voter turnout. I thought the building was farther away (city people: if you live at the 4900 block of W. Pine, and you’re going to 4490 W. Pine, you would assume that it’s about 5 blocks away, yes? Not two blocks. That’s silly.) so I thought we should drive so Casey could get to work on time at 7. It ended up that it was simpler for him to just leave his truck in our apartment lot and walk back. I held a spot for us in line, but then Casey felt bad about coming up to meet me and cutting people off, because in the five minutes he was gone, another 25 people showed up. So I said we should switch, since he had to be at work an hour before I did, but the very nice ladies behind me said it was fine if we both stood there. I liked them a lot. They were sweet and old and had canes and lawn chairs, which I helped them to move as the line moved forward. Once the polls opened, it moved pretty quickly. I could have done the new touch-screen voting thing, but I’m paranoid and asked for paper. I’m sure it’s a fine system, but I’m deathly afraid of that whole database or computer system crashing and losing all those votes. I’ll use it after it’s been around a while and I know all the kinks are worked out of it. So then I voted! GOBAMA! And now I have a sweet “I Voted” sticker, and I feel like a good American.
I freaking love voting. I love the democratic process. It’s all our country really asks of us: follow the law, pay your taxes, and vote. Pretty sweet deal we have here. I mean, we fight wars over our right to a democracy. We’ve decided that democracy is worth killing and dying for. We send men and women in uniform into harm’s way because we think it’s vital to spread this very system to places that don’t have it. It’s that big of a deal. And I think about living in one of the many countries in the world in which I would have zero say in the direction of my country, and it makes me proud of the United States and so grateful to be where I am. Now I just hope we’re smart. Please, Americans, make good choices!
I freaking love voting. I love the democratic process. It’s all our country really asks of us: follow the law, pay your taxes, and vote. Pretty sweet deal we have here. I mean, we fight wars over our right to a democracy. We’ve decided that democracy is worth killing and dying for. We send men and women in uniform into harm’s way because we think it’s vital to spread this very system to places that don’t have it. It’s that big of a deal. And I think about living in one of the many countries in the world in which I would have zero say in the direction of my country, and it makes me proud of the United States and so grateful to be where I am. Now I just hope we’re smart. Please, Americans, make good choices!