I’m not a voter.
I’m not responsible enough to vote. I don’t think I’m educated in the truth enough to vote. I support some conspiracy theories regarding the workings of our government, but I support voting for the healthy democratic well-being of American citizens.
But I don’t vote. I feel pretty much the same about organ donation too, and I’m not quite sure how it’s related, but for some reason I think that it is. Maybe I’m secretly worried that my organs will be harvested before I’m legally dead and then they’ll be registered as voters to my cemetery address. Still, I can't be sure.

I almost registered to vote once out of blind rage and total lapse in reality when I read this article : http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/3570845.stm . But then, I shrugged it off as me probably not having a proper sense of humor, and he probably didn't mean it at all like it seemed. Out of context I bet.

So, that disclaimer set, let me also place in forward, a small antidote:

When Bowling for Columbine came out in the theater, I told my mother that I planned on going since it was a film that interested me more than most. She sternly suggested that I approach my media consumption with serious caution, after all “The film industry is flooded with liberals and political one-sidedness. Don’t you ever wonder why that is?”
“Because conservatives don’t raise artists and film makers, Mom. They raise CEOs and politicians, but never film makers."

After scrutinizing the presidential campaigns for many months now, trying to choose which team I’d hypothetically support if I were playing ‘vote for your president’, my conclusion is that the opposite also holds true.

Conservative Republicans raise CEOs and politicians, democrats do not. (At one time ‘Kennedy’ perhaps). It would be far too humiliating for them to mention at dinner parties where other people brag about their son the artist, the film maker, the TV journalist.

Wish I could’ve seen this place if Kerry had the chance of a tiny snowball. Would hardly recognize it, my eyes all blinking from the brightness of it all. No flu virus, no cripples, and we might have even still had Superman around to save us from the terrorists.

And another thing…I know people who have paid thousands of dollars and hundreds of hours of their time trying to shake a hillbilly southern accent just for the sake of getting professional respect.

Oh yeah. I’m pissed.