I launched myself out of bed with fervent purpose today, showered vigorously, and dashed out to vote in the democratic primary. Wouldn’t you know it.
Instead of the “VOTE AQUI” signs that normally plaster the senior citizen’s home across the street where I vote, said citizens clearly saw an opportunity to snag some unsuspecting wannabe-voters and decided to throw a large, sprawling tag sale. It occurs to me that there is nothing to vote for in my district. Which is such a drag. I’d like to know when I am going to be eligible to vote again. After last week’s jury duty bust, my bureaucratic participation quotient (BPQ) is running dangerously low.