Happy Super Tuesday!!
Happy Super Tuesday!!!
Oh what a glorious morning! I woke up this morning AMPED! It is so exciting to know that we as a people have the chance to make history. I know that record numbers of young people are out voting and it does my heart so good! I am not here to endorse a particular candidate, but just to know that people are actually doing their part in ushering positive changes in our country feels so good. I know I will be glued to my TV tonight, waiting to see what happens. I cannot wait!!!
But before I get too excited, let’s discuss my actually voting experience. Ahem…so I go onto yahoo maps to try and locate my polling place. I have never actually heard of the street it was on, so I had to do a little research. When I typed in the address, Yahoo maps gave me a door to door map from my house to the same street in Macon Georgia and was happy to tell me that the trip would only take 38 hours to drive. Um, let’s try this again. I reentered the address making sure to add Oakland CA to it this time and was happy to see that according to Yahoo Maps, my polling place was only half a mile away. So this morning I threw on my Ugg boots, my “Why I Vote” t-shirt and headed out the door. 30 minutes, three miles and one ignorantly steep hill later, I found my poling place, cursing yahoo maps and the fur inside my boots the whole time! I get to the poling place and I am told that I need to go downstairs to the basement because I was at the wrong station. I follow the dozens of arrows leading me downstairs to the basement and was dismayed to see sheets of paper taped to the doors with all of the constituents of that precincts name, number, address and voter information available for anyone who can read to take a look at. There was a woman at the door telling anyone who attempted to step into the promised land that they need to verify that they were on one of the sheets before they were allowed to step in. I found the sheet displaying all my business to the world and made sure home girl knew it was me before I entered into the room. I went to the table she pointed me to and after they searched their sheets, they told me once again that I was in the wrong spot. Thankfully there was an elderly woman who worked there with some sense and she looked at the sheet according to the names and found me. Somehow I was registered for the wrong party, so I had to get a little crunk, just a little and demand a democratic ballot. So, with ballot in hand I head over to the plastic table with the plastic barrier and proceed to try and make history, except there are no pens. No worries, ever the writer, I grabbed one of the fifteen I had in my purse and got to work. I filled in everything that needed to be filled and headed over to turn it in. When I first got my ballot they handed me a folder to place it in for confidentiality, so imagine my dismay when the guys who took my ballot to put it in the machine pulled out my ballot and examined it before sliding it into the machine. Then he turns to me and “Barack hunh?” My response was… “Criminal Acts hunh?” He shut right up and handed me my sticker and I was on my way. I decided not be miffed by the invasion of privacy because I had the chance to vote today and speak my peace. Today is an exciting day and I can’t wait to see what happens! Peace Y’all
B
