i voted yesterday, registering my disgust concerning this quagmire that we're in here in california. i went to the polling place in my old neighborhood — my voter info hasn't changed over to my new address yet — and saw lines out the door. i was actually happy about the lines. they were a sign that things were on the right track. more people were voting, which meant that more people would help keep that viennese weightlifter out of office.
there were your typical election poll workers, such as retired old ladies and elderly russian immigrants. in addition to them, however, two indie rock kids in their late teens or early twenties were at the table, crossing off names and documenting signatures. both had the rocker hair and the black hoodies. one of them even had the ubiquitous floaty trucker cap on his head, the foam part reading "bitchin' brew". are they giving away free pabst or something?
i took my pen over to the booth and voted no on the recall, then voted for camejo. i've heard all of the arguments about how a vote for the green party is really a vote for arnold, but they fall on these ears as nothing more than hogwash. i'm of the belief that politicians need to earn my vote. that's why they campaign, right? to prove that they deserve a vote? humpty bustamante in no way showed that he deserved it. so camejo it is. the man who will never win. but it's a matter of principal. i'm registered as an independent, so i never vote simply on party lines, but i almost always end up voting green.
while feeding my ballot into the machine, i noticed that the number of voters at my station was already over 100. and it was only 8:45 in the morning. we were going to win. we foiled the carjack, i thought, and now we're on our way back to normalcy.
by 7:00PM, one hour before the polls closed, the number or voters at my station was only just over three hundred. i was probably there during the busiest ten minutes of the day. two hours later, after watching the cubs lose to the freaking florida team, i was treated to a victory speech by said viennese weightlifter in which he promised to pump up the state's economy. i quickly switched from a bottle of water to a can of hamm's, a glass of knob creek, and a big helping of denial. this is not happening. if i go to sleep, this will all go away. i'll wake up in a cold sweat and it will all have been a bad dream. just like chill rob G. i didn't see the enemy tryin' to put an end to me. take me home, chill rob!
Posted by snackfight at October 14, 2003 02:00 PM