vote for me
readers familiar with the s.l.p. brand of humor or introspection or wordy melodrama will know that this has never ever been a page about politics, political causes, party lines (unless it's that horridly long line for the bathroom at a particularly interesting party) or soapbox speeches. today, however, i take one exception to my own rule.
the thing is, today is election day here in the u.s. of a, and i can't vote; i'm not a u.s. citizen. and it's killing me. i would give anything to be able to make my opinion matter by casting a ballot, whether it be touch screen or dimpled chads or absentee-style. because as it stands, with things the way they are in america, i have no right to complain because i have not been part of the decision making process. i didn't help or hinder the governator's bid for office, so when he gave a thumbs-up to hiking tuition at my school yet another year, i can't get all that mad. i can't sign a petition, i can't write a letter, i can't vote him out of office.
this election is historic; the scene has already been set for a neck-and-neck race in a nation rather bitterly and emphatically divided. there are men and women who are overseas right now who are dying, day after day; i think there couldn't be anything more american than to wish that those men and women didn't have to be there, and that they could come home safely to their friends and loved ones. i am of the opinion that we have no business being in iraq in the first place; there are so many problems at home that need our attention first. i'm scared that the next four years will continue to isolate the middle class and those at or below the poverty line from opportunity and aid. i'm scared that women may have to face the loss of the right to choose. i'm scared that two people who love each other will not be able to get married, regardless of their sex. i'm scared that in the name of money,power, business and greed the united states will put not only its armed forces at risk, but further jeopardize the safety and wellfare of us here at home. i'm just scared.
look, it's not a big secret that i'm one of those 'democrats.' i cringed yesterday when the students for bush people tried to lure me to their table and shower me with propaganda. and i don't think politicians are particular admirable; by the nature of their chosen path they are expected to be and are often duplicitous and mudslinging and manipulative. they have teams of people doing the bulk of the work for them (what's that joke about cheney having to shove his hand up dubya's butt to work the puppet mechanism?). and i don't understand how any young person, any woman, or any person of color could not want to get bush out of office. the good old white boys club is interested in themselves and few others. look, you may think i'm just another bleeding heart--fine, that's your opinion. but i care about the environment, about healthcare being accessible and affordable, about tax advantages that don't exclusively help the rich get richer, about our international reputation as a militarisic and opportunistic nation being led by a bumbling idiot (as much as you may have switched to saying 'freedom fries' a couple of years ago, there's a reason why international newspapers like france's le monde
endorse kerry emphatically), about women's rights, the needs of the elderly, the cost of higher education, advancements for minorities and people of color and the freedoms we believe so firmly in each and every day.
but those are my beliefs. and on election day i can't do a damn thing about them. but if you are a u.s. citizen over the age of eighteen, out of prison and registered: vote! make your opinions count. have a say. at this point, i don't care who you vote for. just don't sit back and let other people make your choices. be heard. take part. vote. vote. vote. vote for me... because i can't. just vote.