Hi, everyone.
It's no secret that I've been lurking in the background for as long as these boards have been in existence; long ago I made a decision to stop actively participating because I found the (once-prominent) fruitless arguments and inevitably vitriolic personal attacks threatening to my mental health. I sort of have one of those all-or-nothing personalities. I'm either going in full steam or I'm staying home. So the rigidly disciplinary part of me said, "The best way for you to avoid being drawn into these situations is to stop posting altogether." So I did.
That being said... I'd like to share a little story with you.
I consider myself a reasonably intelligent person.
Okay, enough of the bull****. Let's face it: I consider myself an
exceptionally intelligent person. I understand things. I have an eye for detail. I notice things other people don't (Yes, I saw the splash in Cloverfield). I rarely, if ever, have difficulty comprehending something I've read.
I am not a member of the Democratic, Republican, or any other political party. I have been registered to vote as non-partisan/unaffiliated since I was 18. I have voted for Democrats, and I have voted for Republicans. In all of my voting experiences, I have never felt confusion while standing in the box. I read all of the text carefully, and obsessively check to make sure that my ballot is properly inserted and aligned. I read and re-read each candidate and measure that I vote for, and make absolutely sure I am filling in the correct box. When I am finished, I scrutinize my ballot to make sure I have not made any errors or missed any issues.
On Tuesday, I walked into the Media City Church in Burbank. I gave the poll worker my name, she verified that I was politically unaffiliated, and asked which ballot I would prefer, giving me my choices. I asked her for a Democratic ballot. I was directed to use any of the "Democrat" booths.
As I always do, I went through the painstaking process of making sure that everything was set up properly. I inserted my ballot, read the entire booklet, making sure there was nothing I was overlooking, pulled my ballot back out to make sure that the correct numbered slot was lining up with my impending choice, reinserted the ballot, and then voted in a Presidential Primary for the first time in my life.
It felt good.
I proudly walked over to the drop box, became an outright nuisance to the poll workers who assured me that it could be inserted in any direction, face up, face down, top first, bottom first... it didn't matter. I apologized for the disruption, explaining in brief my neurotic fastidiousness about something so important and final and irreversible.
I walked out, still feeling good. I got in my car and drove home, and did what I usually do when I'm at home and awake. I sat down in front of my computer. Fired up the MySpace as part of my incessant website-checking rotation. And read a bulletin from a friend warning me and everyone like me that I had to be careful when voting, or my vote would be discarded.
Oh, God.
Did I fill in that bubble? I don't think I did.
But I read everything so carefully.
There's a light flashing on my answering machine. I check my messages. Scarlett Johansson is warning me that I have to be careful when voting, or my vote will be discarded.
But, but... the top part said to skip directly to the candidates if I was voting Democratic... didn't it? Oh, no. No.
I felt sick. Wouldn't you?
I don't feel sick anymore. Now I feel angry. And you can bet that if by some slim chance my discarded vote, put together with those of others like me, could have made a difference in the outcome of the Democratic nomination, and by extension, the future of this country and this world, I'm going to be a hell of a lot angrier.
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