My Ballot is a Poster.
I do not want to be a political person.
That said, the last few weeks, maybe months have been absorbing. Hillary disappeared, and with her my heart left the race. I needed to stop listening to NPR because I couldn’t feel the race anymore.
With her gone, my plans to vote also evaporated. I am not much of a voter. My vote is worth almost nothing. And more: I think there are more important and meaningful things someone can do than vote. Taking an hour of my time once a year to do something that is supposedly a right (though given the people on the street, and on the tv, and those who tell me how much this matters – it sounds less like a right and more like a forced action, which if I do not perform I should be excommunicated and then cut open with a thousand knives) in my opinion does not make an active or engaged citizen. Join a club.
But then even with my still incomplete thoughts on actually motivated and truly respectable citizens and the mindless voting sheep, I have decided to vote.
Mostly to appease Rob Simmons. He has been working so hard to convince people to vote that I believe I owe it to him, to do something that really was not very difficult for me, and really doesn’t help him at all even though he wants me to do so very much.
This is a decision I have come to accept, even though it goes against my voting for a candidate who I do not truly believe in. The old man is a politician, but I couldn’t vote for him because his alaskan wingwoman is just too crazy and shouldn’t be allowed to run any country, even though he was on my ballot three times. So my vote goes to a man who has assembled the most solid graphic design team I have ever seen. The vote really goes to Gotham, as much as it does to anyone.
As for the rest of my poster sized ballot, I tried to find information about the candidates on the internet. This approach mostly failed. So I did the best I could with what I knew. For the amendments & resolutions, I read each, and went with my snap judgment. I am rarely in North Tonawanda anymore anyway.
The best thing about all of this. Is after today, it is over, and I can go back to living as apolitically as I can, and if all goes well, by 2012 I won’t be in the country anyway.