participatory democracy, or OH GOD WHERE ARE MY PANTS

[rone]

By the time Kim and i went there, they were out of paper ballots.  The helpful, older ladies seemed perplexed by my Luddite resistance to the touchscreen.  I selected all NOs and swore to myself, "Next time, absentee ballot, dummy!"

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[ikkyu2.livejournal.com]

This creepy old dude with a Russian accent came over while I was feeding my ballots into the ballot eater. Under the pretext of helping me, he started reading my ballot to see how I'd cast my votes.

As it happens, the polling place was the MRI lab lobby at the hospital where I work, so I was wearing my White Coat of Ultimate Authority. So I really let him have it:

"Sir, are you actually reading my ballot, as it appears, or does it just LOOK like you're reading my ballot?"

He squinted up at me, abashed. I raised my voice and continued, "..Because it MATTERS. The latter is just rude; the former is a FELONY."

A lady came over to me and started to tell me there was no need to be rude. I wheeled on her, told her that American blood was spilled to gain the right to secret ballot and that she needed to consider her history, then walked off.

What the fuck happened to my America, man? I'm starting to get pissed off.

[benchilada.livejournal.com]

Your America is slowly being put to death whilst thinking that polls saying the President's approval ratings are at an all-time low mean that people think that they're participating in some silent revolution.

Next time, take a name, report to the County Clerk.

Sorry, I'm having a Bad Country Night, and the level of blood in my alcohol is too high.

Time to go fix that, then edit some manga for DrMaster (http://www.drmasterbooks.com)...