I Voted

At last!  The day has finally arrived. No more stupid commercials, no more debates, no more mud slinging and flip-flopping and “she doesn’t look Native American.”
I left work early and rushed home to put on a bigger scarf for my 35 degree walk down to the voting line at the library.  Thankfully, the line wasn’t long and I got in right away.
First of all, let me try and explain the New England culture around politics and the voting process.  I say “try” because I barely understand it myself being new to these parts.
1. Admitting you’re a Republican in Cambridge would be like going to a barbeque restaurant in Texas and ordering the veggie plate.  They will bring it to you but you will be placed on the don’t-trust-this-person list, and people will stare at you for the rest of the night. And they will forever be out of pie.
2.  I saw very few “I Voted” stickers today.  I think it’s because if you are over the age of 18 and you live in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, you voted. You don’t need a sticker. Sure, we all have the right to vote (unless you live in Florida), but here it is a duty and an expectation that you learn from birth.
Still, I was a little disappointed when I didn’t get one.
3.  Here’s the evidence for my above mentioned comment.  While I was waiting in line a man came out with his little girl of about three.  As they were leaving she looked up and said, “Daddy, when are we gonna see Obama?”  We all melted onto the floor.  Then, another guy pushing a double stroller was leaving and the baby, BABY said “ga ga goo goo dada Obama.” I am not shitting you.  We all melted again only this time we were slightly creeped out.
4.  We have no-ID, paper voting here.  This means you go in, tell them your address and your name and they hand you a ballot and a marker.  They have no idea if you are who you say you are. There are two things I noticed. One, I could vote as many times as I want.  Two, you can see the list of names.  For example, I saw that my neighbors hadn’t voted yet and I actually found myself thinking, “It’s getting late, should I go get them?”  Also, Rebecca voted this morning.  If something had happened and I couldn’t go, she could have just gone back and given them my name. Sweet.

Anyway, I’m glad this is all over and I hope things ultimately turn out in my favor. I haven’t paid as much attention as I should have all along, but at the end of the day I put in my two cents.  I don’t like to be preachy and I’m pretty mad at the USA a good bit of the time but even if you think your vote doesn’t count and the system is corrupt, vote.  People died so you could put a piece of paper in a box. I’m just saying.

P.S. If you are reading this and you are my neighbors, I’m not judging!
 

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