My oldest boy lived here with me and the other kid for awhile. A voter's registration card came in the mail for him the other day and I saved it for him.
He came to visit last night. I had had to run his sister over to her mother's house and when I got back I told him about the card.

He said, "I know, I already tore it up."

I think that my first reaction was to get pissed off and say, "hey, you should be voting. It's your right."

But, then I, immediately, realized that it was the kid's right to not vote.I hate voting myself. The whole long boring process of standing in line and punching holes seems so ancient.

And like my son, I have this naguing feeling that my vote doesn't count, that my vote is being stolen by whoever owns the voting machines.

Maybe I'll tear mine up, too.