I found out today that one of our friends doesn’t vote. Just… doesn’t. I swear to god, it has totally changed my perspective of him. How can you Just Not Vote? Dave has been harrassing him about it since finding out about it last week (after raving about the ease of early voting in my city, so really there is ZERO excuse for NOT VOTING. You can register AT the polls, even.) Anyway, Dave’s been telling him all week that "if youdon’t vote, you don’t matter" but it seems to be a point of pride for him. And I would totally have not pegged this guy to be THAT guy. Shudder.
I mean, I love election day. LOVE it. I love voting, but I remember going with my parents to the one-booth polling place at home and seeing them fill out their ballots. Ingrid will always vote with one of us, we’ve already decided, because it is That. Important.
Anyway. Not voting. Weird.
I hear you on not voting. Joe and I couldn’t get ourselves registered on time at the embassy, so we couldn’t submit an absentee ballot. I’m still kicking myself.
Yep, I had a plan to get B to drive me to the town polling place today, where i could register in NH at the poll, but instead of his usual 3 hours afternoon break on Tuesdays, he was only here to pick up the car. I’m so pissed at myself for not looking into alternate means of transportation; I just assumed he’d be around. Sigh.
My sister doesn’t vote for some reason. Don’t worry, I’ll harass her enough in the next two years to get her to go next time.
I can never understand that not-voting thing. Working the polls yesterday we talked to one guy who said he was 65 and had never voted before 2004, but Bush and his cronies got him riled up enough to finally register. We asked him, out of curiosity, why he’d never voted before that, and he didn’t really have an answer.