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Get Out. (Of) The Vote.

November 12, 2016

Voter Fraud

Electoral College, nearly ’nuff said.

Having a murky clear ( it had been pounded in your head) notion that although you have this queezy feeling that you know, absolutely, that your vote is completely meaningless, you still participate.

So do I,  like below.

Hedging your bet, in a god like, Pascal’s wager, pull of the lever,  that maybe, just maybe, the system is not corrupt, save a few isolated instances.(Florida 2000)

On a whim, with your fingers crossed, after rubbing a “lucky” rabbits foot while sitting in a patch of four leaf clovers.

That, if for no other reason,  upon  someone asking if you voted,  you can honestly say, yes.

Because really,  how much can “know” about what judge, to vote for?  Or what the state auditor, actually does.  Even decipher,  the intricate legal language of an initiative?  Where a yes, might not actually get you what you think you want.

One more, the coroner is an elected position.  How is that, even a contested position?  Ooh, pick me, so my job is looking at cadavers for two years.

Regardless the external world and deep down in my psyche,  that I exercise my right to vote every day, (on a microscopic level) balance my budget, apologize when necessary and not necessary.

Be kind to strangers,  allow them their “free” speech (by not interrupting and listen).

Not starting any “personal” wars, where people get hurt,  because of my stubborn pig headedness.

Realize that if someone does “attack” me, it is because they are hurting, and are not acting necessarily with malice of forethought.

Which, if that is their intention, try to understand the depth of their pain. Go to work on healing wounds.

I’m running for the office of me being a better me, today, than yesterday.

Otherwise,  nothing really changes, nor does it feel like it.

No administration is going to “make” me hate my co-riders on this little blue-green ride through the cosmos.

“Everybody Knows”

Leonard Cohen

Best covered by “Concrete  Blond”

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died
Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long-stem rose


And everybody knows that you’re in trouble
Everybody knows what you’ve been through
From the bloody cross on top of Calvary
To the beach of Malibu
Everybody knows it’s coming apart
Take one last look at this Sacred Heart
Before it blows
And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows

From → humor, Lyrics, Paradox, random

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