My first political lesson:
When I was eight years old I asked my dad what the difference was between a Democrat and a Republican. He replied, “Democrats are for the poor people and Republicans are for the rich.”
“We don’t vote. It doesn’t matter. Think about it. You cast one single vote in a sea of millions. It does not matter.” – My mom
(edited to less, uh, colorful wording) “They’re all liars. Every single one of them. You can’t get into office without lying to everyone.” – My dad
“I vote to reserve my right to complain.” – My dad
The US has been a country for 234 years. Women have been able to vote for only 90 of those years.
I vote. I vote to reserve my right to complain. I vote because I have a hard-won right to vote, a right I should not take for granted. I vote because it does matter, because in the last two elections the margins have been terribly slim and the consequences enormous. I vote even though I sometimes feel disenfranchised and ignored by most politicians.
“The penalty good (wo)men suffer for not getting involved in public affairs is being ruled by evil men.” – Plato