I did my civic duty and voted this morning at 6 am. I was aided in the whole “pull the lever, flip the switch, push the button, pop the cork, shake your ass, bite your chad” procedure by the geriatric set in my neighborhood. The sweet little old ladies and men who man the ballot booths every election. I was done by 6:15 am, got some coffee, came home, and had a lovely long morning, filled with the glow of well-being.
So now, no matter what happens, whoever wins, I have the right to criticize, or gloat, or bitch and moan, or dance a jig. If you do not vote, then I do not want to hear a word of complaint (or praise) from you about what is going on in this country.
You have abdicated your right to speak up.
