On the one hand, it’s kind of gratifying to see people enduring major inconvenience for the right to vote. On the other, you wonder if there isn’t a better way. In a place like Florida, where a few hundred voters could conceivably tip the entire election, the last thing you want is a few thousand of them claiming they couldn’t make it to the ballot box.
I’d say everybody should just vote by mail, like I did. But then you’re at the mercy of the U.S. Postal Service — which functions with all the smooth precision of a 20-year-old Plymouth minivan. Out of two votes cast by mail from Boca del Dave, only one made it to the election office. I wouldn’t know that, but my wife pays attention to such things and saw online that her vote had not been recorded. So she had to make arrangements to vote in person. It caused me to wonder: How many other ballots find their way between the seat cushions of USPS vans?
Oh well. It’s up to the voters now. Or, barring that, a bunch of stinking lawyers and four or five harrumphing judges. Either way, we should have a decision by January. If my guy wins, I’m not going to gloat. If your guy wins, I’m not going to move to Canada. Let’s remember that any president is only as good as that herd of cats called Congress. For all the grandiose vows at the top of the ticket, the suits on Capitol Hill are pretty good at ensuring that nothing grandiose happens. (You do worry about vacancies on the Supreme Court, but that’s a fear for another day.)
Haven’t voted yet? You probably should, lines be damned. It’ll give you more cred when it’s time to complain.