Crazy days indeed...
Oct. 31st, 2004 02:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dksmI've gone politically schizophrenic in the past few days. I go back and forth between hopeful and defeated. Excited and dreading Tueday. I want to put my hands over my eyes and plug my ears and skip to Wednesday and then I want it to go slow and hear it all. I wish life was like fandom and I could find spoilers for what is coming next.
I woke up early last Saturday. It was pouring down rain and winter cold. I went into the county courthouse for probably the second time in my life and into a room full of little old ladies. They were sweet and helpful and alternating between handing out forms and gossiping about their friends. I filled out the forms and filled in the little ovals on the ballot carefully. I cast my vote right behind a priest who was being thoroughly gushed over by the little old ladies. I got that rush of self-pride that one gets when doing one's civic duty.
After months of letter writing, Meetups, phone banking, campaign contributions, letter stuffing, candy throwing, sticker passing, a governor, a Congressional hopeful, and one crazy concert. After 3 semesters, Howard Dean, John Kerry, democratic primaries, and three jobs. After the most fun time I've ever had and the hardest I've ever worked. After four years of some the worst in Amercian governance and some of the best the American people. I dropped my ballot in the a big blue box and walked away.
I've done my part; I continue to do my part; now go do yours.
I woke up early last Saturday. It was pouring down rain and winter cold. I went into the county courthouse for probably the second time in my life and into a room full of little old ladies. They were sweet and helpful and alternating between handing out forms and gossiping about their friends. I filled out the forms and filled in the little ovals on the ballot carefully. I cast my vote right behind a priest who was being thoroughly gushed over by the little old ladies. I got that rush of self-pride that one gets when doing one's civic duty.
After months of letter writing, Meetups, phone banking, campaign contributions, letter stuffing, candy throwing, sticker passing, a governor, a Congressional hopeful, and one crazy concert. After 3 semesters, Howard Dean, John Kerry, democratic primaries, and three jobs. After the most fun time I've ever had and the hardest I've ever worked. After four years of some the worst in Amercian governance and some of the best the American people. I dropped my ballot in the a big blue box and walked away.
I've done my part; I continue to do my part; now go do yours.
