I mailed in my ballot yesterday, and I’m thankful that I have a small voice in things.
Now, I know some of you would argue, with no little justification, that individual votes don’t really matter, so why bother registering, going to the polls or filling out a ballot? My answer to that is: Voting matters for its own sake, it matters because you have the right to do it. It matters because many good people have given their all over the last two centuries or so, to establish and then preserve that right. For YOU. To give in to apathy and blow off the whole exercise as useless is, frankly, a cop-out. (Interestingly, these are the people who gripe the most about whichever president or party happens to be in at the time. This cowgirl is calling “B.S.” on that one!)
Obviously, I follow my dad’s old axiom–if you don’t vote, you’ve got no business *itching about the government. Now, I LOVE to do that–many Americans distrust all politicians, it’s a sort of honored tradition in our still-great country. Back as far as Valley Forge, when George Washington was pleading with Congress for food, boots and blankets, Congress argued about who would get the contracts. Some things never change.
Does that mean we can just throw up our hands and let it all go down the drain?
Excuse my language but, HELL no. What we have, what we believe, is worth fighting for, worth dying for.
So it’s certainly worth VOTING for.
Now, I’ll step down off my soap box and get to work.