{"id":506,"date":"2004-11-01T23:00:00","date_gmt":"2004-11-02T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/default.asp?n=301"},"modified":"2004-11-01T23:00:00","modified_gmt":"2004-11-02T06:00:00","slug":"democracy-in-action-uh-inaction","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/?p=506","title":{"rendered":"democracy in action. uh, inaction."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Hello.<\/p>\n<p \/>This morning, I got up in the earliest of the am&#8217;s to go get in line to vote. I figured I&#8217;d get a jump on my democracy and still get to work early and make me some extra cash. But no! I walked in the school over on 64th and Sheridan, and in some vast administrative error, the entire state of Minnesota had been assigned to my polling place. No, really. So I left. Who needs a new president, anyway?<\/p>\n<p \/>I went back this afternoon and all the suckers who had to work were still at work, so I snuck in and got my vote on. Three times! Ok, no. But I could have, as they weren&#8217;t checking IDs. They asked for last name, and to verify the address, which was very easily legible upside down on the giant roster. I asked the election-frau why they didn&#8217;t ask for identification, and she was instantly flustered. Since she had pointed out that I lived two blocks up the street from her, she tried to play it like she didn&#8217;t because we were neighbors. Only I didn&#8217;t know her at all. Then she said they did check sometimes, but not always, and something about how it slowed things down and mumblemumblepleasegoaway.<\/p>\n<p \/>This kind of question is one usually answered tacitly with &#8216;because you&#8217;re white&#8217;. Not that I&#8217;m jumping to conclusions or anything.<\/p>\n<p \/>So I went and filled in my ovals completely, which was really easy because hardly anyone is up for re-election in this district. Also, I want to confess that I voted for a judge because his name made me giggle. Sorry.<\/p>\n<p \/>\n<div align='center'><img src='http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/images\/ass.jpg'><br \/><i class=small>I have a lot of faith in the democratic process.<\/i><\/div>\n<p \/>Today means two things. First of all, Dick Cheney&#8217;s recorded voice will finally stop prank-calling my mother, and she&#8217;ll be able to stop yelling &#8216;GO TO HELL, DICK CHENEY!&#8217; She expressed a great deal of fear that her behavior would land her in jail, or at least on some kind of Patriot Act watchlist. I informed her that it was her constitutional right as an American to tell Dick Cheney to go to hell, although if W gets re-elected, that&#8217;s a civil liberty she can surely kiss goodbye.<\/p>\n<p \/>Second, for me at least, it&#8217;ll be proof of whether I can ever trust this whole process again. Sure, I&#8217;ll vote until I die, because P Diddy threatened to kill me if I didn&#8217;t. But, no, I don&#8217;t really believe my vote counts for shit. How can my filling in little ovals in a collapsible plastic booth stand up to unlimited amounts of ill-gotten cash? I dunno. We&#8217;ll see how it goes.<\/p>\n<p \/>Fingers crossed for the old, rich, Christian white guy with less blood on his hands.<br \/>Jenni<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hello. This morning, I got up in the earliest of the am&#8217;s to go get in line to vote. I figured I&#8217;d get a jump on my democracy and still get to work early and make me some extra cash. But no! I walked in the school over on 64th and Sheridan, and in some &#8230;<a class=\"post-readmore\" href=\"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/?p=506\">read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false}}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-506","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/po9qt-8a","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/506","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=506"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/506\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=506"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=506"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=506"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}