Another election day, another abstention on my part. I’m rarely drunk enough on a Tuesday to play charades but on those rare occasions when I am drunk enough to play charades I’m still smart enough not to go driving, to the polling place or anywhere else.
The only things of importance on the ballot are some tax increases for education and some tax increase on marijuana part of which will also go toward education. One of the education-specific tax increases is a statewide thing so will be determined by the voters of the Front Range anyway, and the other education-specific increase will be decided by the folks here in the county who always vote the opposite of me on everything. We live in a town where the majority thinks that the Tea Party is too liberal. The marijuana tax increase will also be determined by the voters on the Front Range. “Every vote counts!”, they say, but mine never does.
I catch shit about that from some people I know who believe that it’s vitally important for us all to be involved and engaged, vote in every election, be moderately activist, and so on. If I haven’t got around to discarding that file folder, I’ve got every letter I’ve sent to legislators and every response I’ve ever received. Most letters never received responses, most that did brought me a form letter, but a couple of them actually got some personal responses from the legislators in question — politely explaining that I am ill informed and one of naive or stupid. Meaning that my elected misrepresentatives couldn’t care less what I think and don’t believe that I’m even qualified to do my own thinking.
It’s been all downhill since I voted for Carter in 1980, and ended badly when I voted for Gore 20 years later. I was never really an Al Gore fan, but the thought of another Shrub in the Awful Orifice scared hell out of me. Good thing my fears were proven unfounded, eh?