Turns out the government registered me to vote after all. I found out when they sent me my voter registration I.D. card. I don't think they could read my hand writing, so instead of using my full name, they initialized my first and middle name, thus when I searched to see if I was registered, with my full name, nothing came up. Tricky government. Knowing I could vote, I have been thinking about who to vote for, and I wasn't torn between Mccain or Obama. I looked at my county's ballots on the internet website, and saw that Bob Barr was on there, which I figured he would be, and I've heard things about him. Mainly that he's a libertarian. I didn't know too much else, except that it was impossible for him to win, so I didn't feel like looking anything up. Maybe that's irresponsible of me.

To me voting has become something symbolic, and idealistic, but not something practical or useful. I would have liked to go, and write in a name in every election, national, statewide, and local, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I kept thinking that voting should be something that is important, and vital to democracy in America, but it isn't. I came to the conclusion last night that, though I could not think of a single person I would be comfortable voting for, and even if I could, my vote would still be no more than a throw away. I only want to vote when I find a candidate who I would like to hold office, and who I knew my vote would aid.

My mother, who I made register with me, was confused by the voter registration card, as it had three voting locations on it. She went to the one closest to her, which was virtually empty of voters, and they said she could not vote there, so she went to look for another. Interestingly enough, when I was searching for her location on google maps, I couldn't find it. The address yielded nothing, and even the street didn't seem to exist. She found it nonetheless. It was a small church, with almost no parking lot, on a rural road. Hundreds of people were literally standing lined up down the road, cars lining the street on both sides for two or three hundred yards. She wanted to vote, but couldn't afford to wait that long, as she has a job. She gets off from work after voting is closed in my state. I thought it was pretty funny that the location which was actually in her town, wasn't her designated precinct, and it was empty of voters.

America's political system sucks, but it may be the best there is in the world, which stinks even more.

I got no sleep last night, so I took a nap today, which made my tiredness worse, and I think it has affected the coherence of this post.

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Turner