I never received my ballot.
I am so furious about this. The futility of the vote is just so strong for me, now. I think, what does it matter, my one vote? Of course, this is what they want you to think.
There was a previous post on this blog, about when our tolerance will be reached for becoming upset about stolen elections. It's gotten to the point where people don't even think that their vote really matters, since so many of our elections are futile. The first presidential election I was able to vote for (in 2004) was a preponderance to me. I stood in line for over an hour. When I finally cast my ballot, I shoved an ATM card into a machine. I voted, and I wanted my receipt. There was none. Whenever you make a purchase, you get a receipt for it. I had NO EVIDENCE that I had voted. No proof. Nothing. Just an "I voted" sticker. It made me feel like an appeased pet.
I'm angry. And not altogether convinced that my vote would have counted anyway. No wonder we're so jaded. It's as if voting is just another exercise in futility. Like victims of learned helplessness, there is nothing we can from becoming shocked when we try to jump out of our cages.
I am so furious about this. The futility of the vote is just so strong for me, now. I think, what does it matter, my one vote? Of course, this is what they want you to think.
There was a previous post on this blog, about when our tolerance will be reached for becoming upset about stolen elections. It's gotten to the point where people don't even think that their vote really matters, since so many of our elections are futile. The first presidential election I was able to vote for (in 2004) was a preponderance to me. I stood in line for over an hour. When I finally cast my ballot, I shoved an ATM card into a machine. I voted, and I wanted my receipt. There was none. Whenever you make a purchase, you get a receipt for it. I had NO EVIDENCE that I had voted. No proof. Nothing. Just an "I voted" sticker. It made me feel like an appeased pet.
I'm angry. And not altogether convinced that my vote would have counted anyway. No wonder we're so jaded. It's as if voting is just another exercise in futility. Like victims of learned helplessness, there is nothing we can from becoming shocked when we try to jump out of our cages.
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