Stoopid Stuff

Democracy in Action

So yesterday it occurred to me that I would be in mid-Flapdoodle when election day rolled around. See, California only moved it's presidential primary up on the calendar. The rest of the election, still called "The California Primary" because to call it "The guys who are too inconsequential to care about election" would have been politically incorrect in every possible sense, remains on schedule for the Traditional first Tuesday in June.

Well. Imagine my consternation. What's a Flapdoodler to doodle doodle do? I got on the blower to the Registrar of Voters, expecting a bureaucratic runaround, but instead was immediately offered a solution: Early Voting. You can go to the Registrar's office during business hours, even on weekends, and cast your ballot! What WILL they think of next? So, in my daily travels, I stopped down on Berger in industrial San Jose this morning.

As I pulled into the parking lot, I was struck by an ominous sense of deja vu. But it was real. I HAD been here before, and not in a good way. See, the same complex houses the county "Department of Revenue" where you come to negotiate and pay fines, probation costs, reperations, any of the economic sanctions that can be levied by the county or state.

I shook off that ugly sense of impending interaction with the county criminal justice system and strolled into the registrar's office. It was a busy place, as you'd expect one week before an election, but as it turned out I was the only person there for the early voting. And as they were doing lots of pre-election training, there were a large number of people to assist me.

And that was it. In and out in ten minutes, my civic duty done, I can now proceed down the path that beckons me, the path of Flapdoodle...

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posted by mikey @ 1:27 PM