Voting felt good. I have my little “I have voted” sticker on my shirt, and the day seemed vaguely brighter when the machine sucked my ballot away, despite our extended marine layer.
I always get a happy little rush from being part of the community of citizens, a flush of vindication that our faith in the peaceful elevation of individuals to power is not misplaced. So long as the will of the people is not supplanted tonight, as it was in Florida 3 years ago, I can hold firmly to that faith. But if some cynical asshat tries to run roughshod over our little styrofoam voting booths with some misbegotten litigation, I’ll be tempted to take to the streets with a sharpened garden hoe.
Metaphor 