John Kerry ain't no Red Sox.

So Tuesday morning, amidst the chirping birds and the damp dewdrop laden grass of 7 am, I strolled into the voting center. I never voted before, so I wasn't sure what to expect. I showed them my voter registration card, they thumbed through a catalog of voter registration stuff and made me sign my name.

I waited in the horrendously short line. Like, I literally was told to wait in line as the one other person who was voting before me finished. I mean, granted it was 7 am, but geez, I figured there'd be at least a handful of people.

The voting machine wasn't so complicated. There were some red lights for each row. You pushed a button in a column, the red light would switch over indicating who you had marked as voting for. It was sad though, the only names I recognized where John Kerry, George Bush and Ralph Nader. I like how there were two different socialist republic candidates.

As the numbers came in

I bite my nails the whole day, wanting to know if Kerry would win. The states started trickling in at around 8:30. Bush was stomping Kerry, swallowing up the whole retarded bible belt, the southern coastline and middle america. There was so much Republican Red on that map. Kerry had like 1 state. One tiny blue state. And sadly, that tiny blue state was worth as much as six retarded middle america states.

Then Florida went to Bush. I cringe. Then Pennsyvania went to Kerry. I cheered. Ohio was the one who would decide it. It stayed unmarked for hours. At one point, I thought Ohio was jsut fucking with America and just decided not to call a winner until everyone else did. I was going to punch Ohio.

Then Bush won Ohio. I blinked. I checked other news sites. They had Ohio marked for bush too. Bush now had 269. One more electoral vote to win. Just one, and seven states were still open. I cringed.

I didn't give up on Kerry. At 5 am, the democrats hadn't given up either. I went to sleep. Woke up... and the pussies gave up.

So ends my political post. See you in four years.