Voter Registration Card

I’m about to call it quits for the day. Looking forward to some productive job hunting tomorrow (that’s a direct hint for the Universe to get its proverbial boot off of my neck). We had a nice evening tonight with Victoria’s brothers, Bruce and Gary. Lots of nice conversation. It only got a little hairy at the end when politics started being injected into the conversation. I could feel Victoria tensing beside me on the couch. Which I thought was funny. Her brothers are dyed-in-the-wool Republicans and I’m an unaffiliated Pagan who leans Democrat. That could have gotten interesting. But it didn’t. I think Victoria and I both were thankful that the evening ended when it did. Hehe.
Mostly I wanted to write and mention that I received my Pinellas County voter registration card today. I’d started worrying that it wouldn’t come in time. This upcoming presidential election is an important one, I think. Not because I’m keen on getting a Democrat in the White House or because, as Right-Wingers like to put it, I worship at the shrine of Obama. I’m just tired of watching the Republicans make a mess of things, and I’m a little confused at how an old fart like John McCain can state proudly that he’s voted with President Bush 90% of the time, but still stand up there and say “the last eight years haven’t worked very well, have they?”. If I could ask John McCain one question, it’d be this; “Where were you? Did you take a long nap?” You can’t have been a part of the problem and then cast yourself as a maverick reformer who’s looking to correct the problems you helped create.
Okay, I didn’t mean for this to wander into the political. But, well, come on. It’s a voter registration card. I’m so happy I’ll be able to vote down here in Florida. I was afraid I wasn’t going to be able to, since I’d dragged my ass about getting my license switched over. But unless some Republican goon is lying in wait for me at the polling place, looking to challenge my eligibility to vote, I’ll be exercising my most fundamental responsibility as an American citizen. Hopefully this year the young people and the African-Americans will show up at the polls. I keep saying that if they showed up at every election, a Republican couldn’t win political office.
Anyway, I’m elated that my voter registration card has come in. But wouldn’t you know it … I have to vote in another damned church. Hehe. To me that kind of feels like I’m a chicken who’s sneaking into a KFC. When I voted in the last presidential election (in a church), I kept expecting poll workers’ eyes to roll back in their head as they’d point at me and hiss “He’s voting for John Kerry! Blasphemer!”

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