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my digestion will improve, anyway
For all the hoopla, I've no salacious stories to tell about voting today besides having done it. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
walkingshadow picked me up from the tutoring lab at three, and we headed over to the Union, picking up Kerry stickers from the Gators for Kerry kids on the front steps and walking a big circle around the Bush-Cheney crowd, managing not to commit acts of vandalism on their vapid sign. We got in line, we got immortalized on film by Alligator staff photographer Nick, who happened to show up a minute before we did and was gone by the time we came back out about ten minutes later.
Filling out the ballot took longer than standing in line, which isn't indicative of turnout if the people in this town have gotten half the phone calls, have been subjected to half as many campaign ads (there was a commercial break in Leno last night that was singularly political ads), or you know, cared about the future of our country half as much as we do. And you know, whichever way you voted, I only hope it was an informed decision, and if you're not happy with the results, remember that this isn't the only time you can exercise your civil rights as a citizen. We're shareholders in something hugely important, and there's still a whole lot that can be done, that needs a voice, that should be advocated.
[/political cheerleading]
Hours-long lines, record high weather, a campusful of well-tread fliers and hoarse throats from weeks of rallies and speeches and intersection sign-waving and one last endless night at work, then we're spent. Hot and tired with nails chewed to the quick, but the whole situation seems a lot more trouble-free than four years ago and maybe, just maybe, we can start getting back to cursing the stupid tourists and crazy drivers instead of our neighbors.
walkingshadow picked me up from the tutoring lab at three, and we headed over to the Union, picking up Kerry stickers from the Gators for Kerry kids on the front steps and walking a big circle around the Bush-Cheney crowd, managing not to commit acts of vandalism on their vapid sign. We got in line, we got immortalized on film by Alligator staff photographer Nick, who happened to show up a minute before we did and was gone by the time we came back out about ten minutes later.Filling out the ballot took longer than standing in line, which isn't indicative of turnout if the people in this town have gotten half the phone calls, have been subjected to half as many campaign ads (there was a commercial break in Leno last night that was singularly political ads), or you know, cared about the future of our country half as much as we do. And you know, whichever way you voted, I only hope it was an informed decision, and if you're not happy with the results, remember that this isn't the only time you can exercise your civil rights as a citizen. We're shareholders in something hugely important, and there's still a whole lot that can be done, that needs a voice, that should be advocated.
[/political cheerleading]
Hours-long lines, record high weather, a campusful of well-tread fliers and hoarse throats from weeks of rallies and speeches and intersection sign-waving and one last endless night at work, then we're spent. Hot and tired with nails chewed to the quick, but the whole situation seems a lot more trouble-free than four years ago and maybe, just maybe, we can start getting back to cursing the stupid tourists and crazy drivers instead of our neighbors.