Change

With tonight's sweeping message of change, I hope some is set aside for the process of voting. I questioned all the rhetorical bombardment about how far we have came in the last few centuries as I stood in line (for the second time) while a 95yo lady hand wrote my name on a spiral notebook to log me into the "books." The old lady, who was apparently hard of hearing, was having my name dictated by another older lady who only stopped once for a piss break. There simply has to be a better way. This is only a step-up from a show of hands or getting a section of the bleachers to cheer at a pep rally. For an encore, the voting booth (1 of 2) was in a church near the pulpit. On the wall was a blue & purple tapestry with the misspelling: Redeemption.

So it goes...