So this morning I walked a block up the street to the local elementary school – our voting precinct – and voted.
I just walked in, got my ballot, voted, left.
Yawn.
Where are the mass picketers, standing exactly 100.1 feet away from the door? The ranting crazy people? The cops and barricades? The six hour lines? The lawyers? The bazillion political signs covering the block? The TV reporters mobbing people on their way out? The harried election workers, about to collapse from stress, who can’t seem to find you on their rosters? Or the voters who turned up at the wrong precinct, now complaining loudly that their vote is being stolen?
Where’s the pomp and circumstance, people?
You don’t think I vote to take part in maintaining the vitality of a democratic society, do you?
Yawn.
I like you, California. I do. But you have a lot to learn from Florida about making voting entertaining.
Believe me, Florida is doing it’s bit already today.
Voting machines are down in major black areas and boxes of vote records found on the side of the road.
I can say one thing, voting in Florida is not boring, just frustrating!