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November 7, 2006
Brighton Gas Station Memoirs
Driving back from voting in Tyrone Township (don't ask), I stopped for gas in Brighton. The young gas station attendant was being told by a customer not to vote. Well, if she did vote, he said, she should vote for DeVos, but the basic gist of the conversation was that they were all horrible, no point in voting, blah, blah, blah.
So, young lady and old bastard, when you get fucked in the ass with gas prices, lack of jobs and education, war, melting ice caps and no health care to lance that boil on your ass, don't complain. Sit there and take it. You couldn't bother to push a button, press a screen, fill in a circle for ten minutes one Tuesday in November. People died, they fucking DIED, not sixty years ago for this right.
And for this older man to advise young people not to vote: shame. What kind of society is this when the elders pat the youngsters on the back for not doing a civic duty. Yes, voting should not be a right, but a duty.
Posted by emily at November 7, 2006 4:12 PM