I went to go vote this morning. I looked up where I was supposed to go vote at MyPollingPlace.com and set off at Half past noon. I met a really nice girl in front of me in the HUGE line. She was a republican, and from Cali. It’s kind of cool I’m getting to meet all of these different people. On the other hand, I’d trade it for what I had 6 months ago in a second.
It took me two and a half hours to go through the line. It took me all of two minutes to cast my vote. I got a cool sticker after they ran it through the scanner machine.
I’m kind of upset at a lot of people in my hall. They’ve decided that they don’t want to vote. On one hand, I can understand why they feel like their vote doesn’t matter, and they don’t care who wins because it won’t affect them. In my mind, this is the wost kind of ‘America Hating’. I thought about this, and I came to this conclusion: Their are votes that don’t matter. However, the problem is that nobody will know which ones don’t matter until it’s over. So, that makes it more important than ever to cast your vote. Who knows? Maybe Arizona will be the next Florida, and the election will hinge on this state. In that case, You’re goddamn right I want my vote counted. It seems that nobody cares who wins until the person they didn’t want to win wins.
Joshua Ziering