I was still deep into my election apathy earlier this week, trying to decide if it was worth the trouble to get out and vote. Then the third debate happened. I didn’t watch it, but I watched Twitter watching the debate. As soon as the “horses and bayonets” comment came up, I gave the President a slow clap (which confused the hell out of my parents, who were watching something else) and decided to just put my big girl panties on and go vote. So I did.
My vote won’t help you, Mr. Obama, but thank you for inspiring me to get off my tush and do my civic duty.
So we’ve got a little over two weeks until the presidential election and early voting has begun. But I’ve got a serious case of election apathy, y’all. Not because I don’t support any candidates. I support Obama 100% and will vote for him… if I vote. But I honestly can’t see the point of voting since my blood bleeds blue and I’m stuck in a red state.
But it’s your patriotic duty! (Since when have I ever been patriotic?) Every vote counts! (No, it really doesn’t.) You won’t have the right to complain if you don’t vote. (First Amendment, bitches.)
Honestly, I’m not going to go into the pros and cons of the electoral college when I barely understand why we use it. But the fact is, my vote would be empty and will not help my candidate in any way. I do feel like I should vote on behalf of my mother, who, not being a U.S. citizen, isn’t allowed to vote, but hers wouldn’t count either. So I just don’t know if I’m even going to bother voting this time. At least it’s my right to do so.
Even though I haven’t updated this blog in about 10 months, I still get plenty of hits. According to my site stats, the most read post on my blog (and the most searched-for phrase) is “How I Infiltrated the Republican Party.”
This makes me LOL like you wouldn’t believe.
That post was written back in 2010, partly in jest and partly in incredulousness over the dirty tactics of a portion of the local Republican Party in our town, about the first time I voted in the Republican primary. But it makes me wonder who on earth is searching for “proof” of people infiltrating a political party? I’ve never gotten any comments on it. But I’ll get hundreds of hits a day on that post alone.
So let me put everyone’s mind at ease. I’m not an infiltrator. I’m not here to steal your “secrets.” I’m not here trying to commit voter fraud. I’m here to vote for the candidate that best represents my interests.
Of course, there’s nothing I can do to stop the searches or the hits. I’m just kind of shocked my post on Boobquake doesn’t get as much traffic.
It’s been almost a year since I updated this thing. Epic fail on my part. Sorry. I’ve been dealing with some stuff this year, namely being diagnosed with depression and anxiety disorder. But I’m trying to get back into writing and blogging. Which is why instead of just one blog, I know have five. I know, I know… overkill. But they all do serve different purposes, so I don’t clog up this blog with other crap.
- Small Town Girl — This is still my main blog, which I will try to update more often, usually with all things geekery, general bitching and whining and books. Not necessarily in that order. Hopefully there will be more geekery and books than bitching and whining.
- Crafty Companion — I decided my geek craft needed its own blog. It’s tied into my Etsy shop. I’ll be giving sneak peeks of upcoming works in progress, commentary on new patterns and, on occasion, free patterns.
- Boomerang Child — This is my depression/I’m-36-and-still-live-with-my-parents blog. This one won’t be updated too often because my depression is still trying to become more comfortable talking about. But I’ll also be blogging about what it’s like to live with your parents as an adult. (If I ever decide to grow up, that is.)
- Shelf Life — My doll blog! I’ll be posting mostly photos and reviews of my doll collection over there.
- Color of My Dreams — Ever since I started taking my fun-time meds, my dreams have been vivid and quite memorable. Often I’ll get a whole story in one night. I’m not looking to interpret anything or wondering what the hell my sub-conscience is doing, just writing down the memorable dreams.