I’m lying. I actually haven’t voted yet, but I will later.
I will vote and I won’t feel good about it. An old friend of mine Ben Tripp, says it best in his blog on “The Smirking Chimp.”
“It’s the act of voting that matters, the cleansing sense of absolution despite the context, like confessing one’s sins to a pederast priest. “
But still, if I don’t vote I would have no right to criticize our government. And as I near my twilight years, many of life’s joys are bobbing in the wake behind me like nostalgic flotsam. One of the joys I’m not willing to let go of is poking at the beast we call government. So vote I must. Vote I will. If I don’t vote I deserve the government I get, and the same goes for you, sucker.
Ironically, this year we will have an amazing record turnout of voters, even though it seems like now, more than ever before, the election is about as important as whether I eat genuine Top Ramen or the generic store brand of Top Ramen. It’s all the same shit, and it has no nutritional value. I’m not even sure anymore that if I buy genuine Top Ramen if the package isn’t secretly stuffed with the generic brand. How would I know?
The fact is, there are no longer two political parties: there is one. Should we call them the Republicrats? Or the Demicans? Maybe they’re the pale-skinned guys with chattering teeth from “Dark City” who manipulate our reality while we sleep. Whoever they are, they are all the same. The two parties act as if they are duking it out, and the media acts as if the two parties are dramatically different. It’s poppycockery at its finest, and we are all fools for buying it.
But vote anyway. It may be the seventh veil, but as long as we vote, we’re not naked.