feel the depths of my rage
Sep. 14th, 2004 06:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cthulhia
so, before going out running on a perfect running evening, I decided to do the honorable thing and go vote in the primary. Especially since after the Howard Dean affair they went ahead and changed my party affiliation to "D".
Well, it didn't take. Today, they handed me the "L" ballot. And even tried to deny that there were a presidential primary earlier this year. Eventually, they admitted that there had been such a vote. However, though they let it slide last then, they insisted I had to go to city hall to sort it out tonight. Yeah, right. It's bad enough I can't vote at the polling booth I can see from my apartment.
The "L" ballot, for the record, has NO CANDIDATES ON IT. And it occurred to me too late to ask if I could at least see a copy of the only primary ballot that matters, so I could remember where to write in the guys I came to vote for.
What EXACTLY do I have to do to get the "U" next to my name that magically lets me pick my ballot on site?
By the time I came back, after a 5-minute visit (to melt the furniture with my death ray glare) at diesel, I was far too ravenous to consider running before dinner. At least it was a nice walk.
Well, it didn't take. Today, they handed me the "L" ballot. And even tried to deny that there were a presidential primary earlier this year. Eventually, they admitted that there had been such a vote. However, though they let it slide last then, they insisted I had to go to city hall to sort it out tonight. Yeah, right. It's bad enough I can't vote at the polling booth I can see from my apartment.
The "L" ballot, for the record, has NO CANDIDATES ON IT. And it occurred to me too late to ask if I could at least see a copy of the only primary ballot that matters, so I could remember where to write in the guys I came to vote for.
What EXACTLY do I have to do to get the "U" next to my name that magically lets me pick my ballot on site?
By the time I came back, after a 5-minute visit (to melt the furniture with my death ray glare) at diesel, I was far too ravenous to consider running before dinner. At least it was a nice walk.
