Ba-Rocking the Vote (by absentee ballot)

Actually, I think I’m gonna walk this down to the polls on election day. After 8 years of watching helplessly from the sidelines while America (and the world) took it up the touchas from our elected officials, I want to be at Ground Zero for the regime change… I need to be there when America starts working for us again, instead of just working us over without so much as the courtesy of a reach-around.

So far, the word from the early voting states is promising, as in the following I’ve-CCed-everyone-in-my-address-book email I received from my Conservative uncle down Florida way a few days ago:

OK, it’s over as far as I’m concerned. We voted today. So PLEEEZZZE I don’t want to read another word about ‘BO’ or Big John, or Sarah or that BOOB Biden. It didn’t look good at the Polling Booth - there were more blacks than I’ve ever seen at the booth and I heard one guy say “It was slower this morning” - Oh, Oh!

Uh-oh indeed! Black people at the polling place instead of strung up on light poles? This isn’t the deep south he remembers!

Yes, this is one election day I want to experience first-hand. It’s not often I hanker to come together with anyone to be part of a community of anything, but in this case, I want to be able to say I was there, and that I fully participated in the day we began to take our country back from the flat-out scoundrels and sociopaths (and formerly-smug, racist relatives) who have dragged America’s occasionally good name through the cow patties for the better part of the last decade.

Then, and only then, will I retreat back to my richly-deserved, self-imposed social exile.