After letting it sit on my desk for far too long, yesterday I finally filled out and mailed off my absentee ballot, casting my vote for, among other positions, President of the United States. It’s hard not to feel a bit frustrated, though, at the fact that there’s not the slightest chance my vote will actually count. See, I hail from one of the reddest of the red states, and love it fiercely though I do, it’s no secret to anyone who’s known me longer than five minutes that its politics nearly always differ rather sharply from mine.
No sense complaining, however, about what I can’t change. I suppose I should just be happy that I got to have a say in a tangled little mess known as the Twin Falls County Sheriff’s race, to weigh in on the continued judge-ship of a guy who, back in his lawyering days, successfully defended me against some trumped-up charges made by my ex-husband, and to deride and ultimately vote against a whack job who changed his name to “Pro-Life” before making a bid for a seat in the U.S. Senate. I feel such a sense of accomplishment.
But your vote still counts, in theory! It’s important for democracy anyhow! You’ve done your duty and maybe one day the electoral system will change to some sort of proportional representation!