Antigeist

Low on piss, out of vinegar.

I thought the closer we came to the election, the more I'd have to say about it. But little things like abject fear and disillusionment have a way of washing the lather off'n my soap box. Temporarily anyway. But you know the drill choir kittens: Bush = bad. Kerry = the only hope we have for saving Democracy. Anyone who is unclear about that fact is what is known as "a fool." And I don't have it in me to suffer them right now.

I did get a election related chuckle today, though. I dug my voter registration confirmation out of the desk (we moved), to double-check the time, the location, etc. It's such a formal looking document, covered with seals and district information and instructions in four languages. Looking at it makes me feel so very American, and powerful: I vote! I can vote! I can change the world! ME! The Board Of Elections of the City Of New York has sent me confirmation that on November the second I may utilize my right as a citizen, I may cast my vote at my designated polling place...at the ah, the ah...(my eyes scanned for the location)...Swinging Sixties Senior Center!

It just seems so ridiculous. I couldn't stop laughing. Something about combining the image of a "Swinging Sixty" with a row of voting booths... I feel like on Tuesday I'm going to attend some freaky peep-show hosted by naked sexagenarians.