I always knew something would compel me to get off my lazy ass do the work it takes to publish a first diary. I just didn't expect that 'something' to be voting rights.
I cast my very first vote in the 1988 presidential election. While I found it exhilarating to be a fully participating citizen exercising a brand new right, I also approached it with a grave sense of responsibility. I never have cast a vote alone; with me always in the voting booth were those whose voices were never heard. Sitting out an election has never been an option for me. To do so would be a slap in the face to every woman or minority who was beaten, maimed or killed simply for wanting a voice in their own governance.
Over the years the excitement of it has worn off but the sense of duty has not. I've voted in every election since 1988: local, county, state, recall, school board, you name it. It's become something I take for granted because the entire process - for me - has always been pretty straightforward and boring with a distinct lack of drama.
That all changed yesterday with im a frayed knot's diary:
Attention Colorado Voters
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