Evan Roth is speaking up. check him out..
A long time ago, I went to vote, and due to my habit of voting for my mom as a write-in whenever the candidates all seem incompetent to me (my mom could TOTALLY do any job in state government) I kept crashing the voting machine.
I should add a caveat here; sometimes I just haven’t had the time to study the issues and really get to know the candidates for some particular job, like trash commissioner or protonothary. If I don’t know anything about any of the candidates, I don’t vote in that race at all – in Delaware, you can leave all the spaces blank and still push the big VOTE button, it essentially counts as “none of the above”. I only vote for my mom when all the candidates are dirtbags, idiots or tools, which happens surprisingly often.
Anyway, the voting machine I was using was broken, so that any time you tried to do a write-in it crashed. The third time I crashed it, I asked to use a different machine. The voting officials had interesting reactions; the middle aged white man wrung his hands and tried his ineffectual best to help, calling various authorities and begging for guidance, which they did not provide, but the elderly black lady informed me in no uncertain terms that I would not be allowed to touch any more of “her” voting machines, because I would likely break them too, and as far as she was concerned I had voted (even though the machine dumped core every time I pressed “VOTE”). She was quite ready to physically take me on, despite being twice my age and half my size. Elderly black ladies are the backbone of the local election system, really; even though she was wrong, I have to admire the fact that she really cared. It wasn’t just a paycheck to her, and she’d decided I was a threat to Democracy.
I appealed to the people standing in line, waiting to vote. A few of them had the guts to tell me to go to hell, and get out of their way, but most looked away and refused to get involved when I pointed out that I was being deprived of my constitutional right to vote because the machine was broken. They just wanted to get on with their lives, and I was an annoying distraction.
Not with a bang, but a whimper. Rock on, Evan Roth.