I Give Up
This is certainly nice outreach: US Democrats Overseas Set to Vote in High-Tech Global Election.
So if I were a Democrat living in Milton, Ontario, Canada or Milton, Queensland, Australia, I would be represented at the Democratic National Convention in Denver. If I lived in Milton, Iowa or Milton, New Hampshire I would have been sick of seeing candidates and would be among the first people counted. It’s just Democrats who live in Milton, Florida that can’t be counted.
If I sound bitter, it’s because I am. I vote in every election that is held and I am constantly being disenfranchised by one group or another since I came back to Florida.
I don’t like moving, but it is becoming rather obvious that as long as I stay in this state I’m not going to have my vote counted by anyone.
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that’s what you get for living in scratchankle.
I would note that I personally don’t live in Milton, but there’s only one Cinco Bayou, while Milton is a common place name English speaking countries.
The system works for some better than others. And after campaigns, and likely results, were locked in place last September, the candidate who “won” a huge “victory” loves Florida voters and wants every last single vote counted – something she remained silent about for five months. ‘Dazed and Confused’ Hillary is shocked again.
This isn’t about candidates, it’s about my right to have my vote count.
this language of ours does suffer a bit from pronoun imprecision. mostly i was taking advantage of the chance to link to a blog with pictures of adorable kittens. i find kittens a good antidote to frustration with the political process.
Kittens are always a nice break, and dewberry pie or preserves are really good, if you have the right sort of gloves to pick them without bleeding to death.
if you like the snow, and can handle below zero windchills…missoula is the town for you!
we even have our own chapter of earth first! we helped bring back the wolves, we’re doing our level best to protect the grizzlies, and we’ve brought the buffalo back.
we’re working to severely limit the use of jet skiis and ATVs (i’d personally like to criminalize the shit, myself)…and we are the reason medical marijuana is legalized in montana.
there is a wee problem though. fascists and other such nazi types are moving to the northwest from places like northern california…why? seriously…they think it’s all white bread up here. imagine their disgust when they run into brown people like me! there just aren’t that many indians in california that aren’t chicano or mexican. so californians really don’t realize how many of us are still living in america. oops.
anyhow…church of the creator, aryan nations…pace….those sorts, tend to live in nw montana, the panhandle of idaho, and n.e. washington…it’s like their own little country up there. and they do try to influence politics.
you brown people! how dare you take up space on our land! 😈
my dad and i, who both hate the cold, every once in a while when florida appears to be getting too crowded, look at each other and say it’s time to move to montana. and then we think of the snow and the co-o-o-o-o-old [and the white supremacists] and come to our senses.
we do thank you for the wolves and the grizzlies and the buffalo though. that’s really cool. we’re trying to keep our few remaining black bears and florida panthers alive, but it’s an uphill battle.
gloves? we don’t need no steenkin gloves!
mmmmmm… dewberry pie is great, but i usually end up eating them all as i’m picking them. i think i did once manage to get enough of them back to the house to make pancakes one morning.
hmmm… kittens… dewberries… scratches… i see a theme here.
I lived in Alaska, Catnapping, and am a graduate of the arctic survival school in Fairbanks [camping at -40° – what a joy]. I graduated from standard survival school in the Cascade Mountains outside of Spokane in two feet of fresh snow and made my 50 miles in snowshoes. I also spent several wonderful winters working traffic in upstate New York where I enjoyed the benefit of lake effect snow and looking for your car at 5AM with a shovel. Snow and cold are familiar things.
I have a cousin who lives outside of Coeur d’Alene in a cabin, which is generally a good thing for most of the world as he never fully returned from Southeast Asia, so it’s nice he has some place to be alone without stress beyond survival.
I personally believe that the exhaust on ATVs, snowmobiles, and their waterborne cousins should be routed to the helmets of those who operate them. You can’t tell how cold it is from the squeal of the snow if some idiot is running around on an over-sized riding lawn mower. I don’t go to the great emptinesses in the world to listen to the internal combustion engine.
I would go back to Alaska if it didn’t realistically mean I’d have to shoot caribou. Caribou are incredibly stupid, You don’t hunt caribou, you park beside a migration trail and wait for them to amble up to their death. Not much a challenge, but a necessary step to survival in the Alaskan wilderness. Every death chips away at your own life. I’m a carnivore, but the prey needs a chance, or at least a good life until it is converted to food – caribou have neither.
We still have the supremacists down here, Catnapping, they just hide a bit better these days, and tend not to wear the visible robes anymore.
Yes, collecting, but not eating them is a problem, Hipparchia, especially if it’s a warm day, but it’s worth it in the winter when you open a jar of preserves.
brrrrrrrrrr.
i moved north when i came to florida. took me years to get used to the cold here.