Tuesday, October 26, 2004

vote early and often

Except in Georgia and Florida.

Early voting in Georgia began yesterday. We planned on going over to vote today and avoid the mad crowds next week, but a few things stopped us.

First, they've already lost votes in Fulton County. And in Florida, where my aunt nad uncle and cousins all voted last week, and are adamant that a certain incumbent not be reelected. While I live in a state that supposedly is already called for the incumbent, I still believe that my vote counts, no matter which way I vote.

Second, the lines yesterday were more than three hours long for early voting in Fulton County, where I live, particularly in downtown Atlanta, where I planned to vote, because I work about one block away from where the early voting is.

Third, the voter registration database went down several times yesterday, which makes me nervous.

However, I would like to try to vote early, because people who are known to vote in a specific left-leaning slant have been finding their names mysteriously not on the voter registration lists. I know I have an FBI file. I was once a Maoist. I was a member of Revolution Now! I carried a Little Red Book, although I considered (and to an extent, still do consider) myself to be a Socialist and not a Communist. I was and may probably still be registered as a Republican in New York State because one has to be to get a job at the racetrack in Saratoga Springs - it's actually a question on the application which goes not to the New York Racing Association and American Racing Association, but rather to the Saratoga Springs Republican Party. The Republican Party requires the high school and college students and high school teachers who work summers at the track as bartenders and waitstaff and security guards to join a union for exhorbitant fees, the benfits of which are a pin and a summer picnic in which even underaged members can get smashing drunk before seeing Jane's Addiction and Nine Inch Nails at the first Lollapalooza.

Boy, I'm dating myself. 'Twas the summer of 1991, and I had just graduated from high school. I was about to begin college at Smith College on a full scholarship, having turned down Bryn Mawr, Princeton, Harvard, Yale and Duke. I stayed for two months before transferring to Skidmore where I was much happier.

Getting back to the above. I figure it doesn't matter what I'm registered as, because nobody knows what I do in the voting booth.

I had to buy four new tires this weekend. There goes $500 better spend on yarn.


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