Straight Democratic Ticket, Please!

Straight democratic ticket, please!

At first they couldn't find my name on the voter registration list.  If your name isn't there, you can't get a ballot.  
  
I stood.  I am a metaphorical daughter of  Louisa May Alcott, the suffragists, Margaret Sanger, Willa Cather, Bess Streeter Aldrich, Eleanor Roosevelt, Lillian Hellman, and Betty Friedan.  

I have always been responsive to Bob Marley, too:

Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: don't give up the fight!
 
I didn't really think they would stop me from voting.  I have never had any problems, though the glitches at the polls in Pennsylvania, where election officials were allowed by a state law to ask voters for a photo ID, though they could not stop voters without IDs from voting, had given me a small nervous breakdown.
  
They found my name.

"What would you have done if you couldn't find it?"

"Sometimes a person is at the wrong precinct.  Sometimes we register them to vote."

I had a residual sense of panic, because I do not have a photo ID, and it might have been a hassle to register, even though they can't require a photo ID.

I always vote. In 2000 I was so ill when I dragged myself to the polls to vote for Gore that a friend said, "Oh my God, is that you?"  My feeling was, Yes, it's me, but I'd better vote fast or I'm going to fall down.  

If one doesn't vote, one is responsible for all the shit that happens. This year there have been important congressional races, judges to consider, and other important issues.

I am especially concerned about the environment in the wake of hurricanes, floods, tornados, and the rest.
Fingers crossed, everybody.   

I am pro-choice and I vote.  I am pro-health care and I vote.  I am pro-environmental protection and I vote.  I am pro-bicycling and I vote.  I am pro-electric car and I vote.