The beginning of the end before the beginning
I voted yesterday. Not at the polls but via a mail-in ballot. Such a convenience! Besides, I must have labored over the very long ballot for an hour or more. I can’t imagine doing that while standing in a polling booth with impatient people lined up behind me.
I’d already gone over three different blue books — city, county, and state — explaining all the issues and listing all the candidates. There were twenty-two (22!!) presidential candidates; a bunch of city, county, and state issues including new taxes, extending existing taxes, changes to requirements for getting a proposition on the ballot, giving police the same option to unionize that the firefighters have, and the one I care most about — instituting legal end-of-life options like those in Oregon. I was as dutiful and attentive as I could be, but drew the line at voting for the state judges. I just didn’t feel up to reading pages and pages about their records and whether their retention was recommended by some state panel. I’ve put up with months of campaigning. I studied hard and then spent more than an hour marking my ballot. Then I drove it to an official dropbox rather than trust the Post Office to deliver it safely for me. The state even has a website where I can confirm that they’ve received the ballot.
So that’s it. I’m done. Fini. I’m a lame duck voter. No more politics this year.
Heh. I wish …