I’m writing this on Tuesday, Election Day. It’s 10:36 in the morning. I imagine the polling places are filling up. How fortunate I am to not be going.
I already voted. A ballot was mailed to my home last month, and I was able to make my voice — carrying, as it does, all the democratic import of an underground gopher fart — heard from the comfort of my own home.
What? No, I’m not telling you who I voted for. That’s none of your business. I take the process of democracy very seriously. I’ll only s...
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