In the early 1970’s, Congress passed an amendment to the Voting rights act to stop States from limiting who could vote based solely upon their age, specifically for those who were old enough to fight in Vietnam, but not old enough to vote for the leaders who were sending them to Southeast Asia.
Many people objected based on the same old ideas that young people have never been more sawcie and saucie. President Nixon was concerned that the amendment would not pass Constitutional muster, and that might endanger the entirety of the Voting Rights Act. He signed it, but he wasn’t totally onboard with it. Read the rest of this entry
It’s Primary Election Day here in California, and for the very first time in my life, I am starting to feel the whole “What difference does it make” feeling that so many have expressed to me through the years. For as long as I could vote, I have always said that every persons vote matters. Even here in California, where Party line voting and lack of critical thinking skills have so eroded the electorate that there is no chance that competent and capable people will be elected. Instead we get criminals and con-men, drunks and ballot initiatives that always do exactly the opposite of whatever they say they will do. Why bother anymore?
The first time I ever voted I was on leave at home in Ogden, Utah, and I went to the polls in my uniform. It was November of 1982, and I was ever so proud of what I was doing. I cannot recall a single issue or candidate on that ballot, but I felt like I was doing my duty as both citizen and servant. I missed the 1984 election, but I comforted myself with the idea that I was underwater and sleeping between the missiles that made certain such elections were possible. The OOD steered a course that let us pick up Armed Forces Radio, and for the only time when I was onboard, I used the ships entertainment system to listen to the returns live as we cruised the Pacific, maintaining our watch. Read the rest of this entry