I moved to a new apartment recently and have been going about performing all the annoying tasks one does when setting up a new living space. Moving, buying furniture, assembling said furniture, getting utlities setup, decorating, the list goes one and one it seems. Finally today I decided to update my voter registration. So I went to my states elections website, printed the form, and started filling it out. I got to the point of hunting down a stamp (because who in the world keeps that shit around anymore?) before I stopped myself in my tracks and wondered, “Why am I doing this?” What goal was this activity ultimately fulfilling? Upon receiving a new voter card, it’ll almost certainly be tossed into a filing box and forgotten. Am I fired up to vote, is that it? Well, no.
I might be fired up to vote if I could help get a candidate into office that was anti-war, anti-surveillance state, pro-drug, anti-ignorance, anti-capitalist, or pro-worker. Turn on the news and we’re told about the “clear choice” presented to Americans, about the “fundamental differences” between our two main candidates. But the differences are merely cosmetic. Certainly it’s reasonable to say that decades of racist fear-mongering and a starvation of our education system have awarded Republicans with an increasingly reactionary and ignorant platform, but again most of the issues they are shouting about are distractions (I think I saw Romney pledging not to take “God” off American currency – what the fuck? Is that an issue?).
So it’s fair to say I’m not looking forward to voting, and I don’t plan to. I’m tired of always feeling like I have blood on my hands from the actions of those whom I help elect. I’m tired of caring. So I sat there filling out a form and wasn’t really sure why. Old habits die hard, I guess.
Though it also included a form for becoming an organ donor, so some good came out of it, I suppose.