I made a special trip a few weeks ago to the County Clerk’s office so I could register at my new address on the last day possible. (See how font choices can motivate people, whether for good or ill?)
I’ve spent most of my life trying to ignore politics, but I think I’m waking up now. And while my political theory is an inchoate mix of V for Vendetta, Brazil, and some Ayn Rand, I’m trying to learn more. I can’t fathom that people do not vote, especially women whose great-grandmothers weren’t able to.
So if you’re registered, go vote tomorrow in your local elections. And in keeping with my incoherent politics, here’s an excellent essay about how the domestic “War on Terror” has devolved into the “War on the Unexpected.”
Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t’was his intent
To blow up King and Parliament.
Three-score barrels of powder below
To prove old England’s overthrow;
By God’s providence he was catch’d
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!