Tuesday, September 9, 2008

My vote counts TWICE

There is a very sad truth that more than one third of eligible citizens don't vote. That is enough to tip any election one way or the other.

Another sad truth, those with less education and minorities are less likely to vote. So in other words, those who are NOT in the controlling gentry are REALLY not being heard. I will try to post the data I got from the Census Bureau later.


mrs_smith said...

sorry to burst your bubble but.... it doesn't matter how many people actually go vote... the electoral college is who decides who actually wins no matter what or by how much popular vote chooses.... do you not forget how Bush won in the first place?? The majority of minorities already know that they really have no control and that's why they don't vote.

acereporter73 said...

The Bush v. Gore election came down to the votes in Florida.

Bush won Florida by a bit more than 500 votes according to the official final count. And that swung the overall electoral vote count to Bush's favor

500+ people. That's not even the population of one decent-sized town. My high school senior class had about 500 graduates in it.

Imagine what would have happened if 600 people in Florida who didn't vote that day in November 2000 got up and cast their ballots for Al Gore? That was all it would have taken.


Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away