Mom, Dad, Guv: Sit down for this one.
When I moved to New Jersey in 2001, I registered to vote as an Independent. In the last Presidential primary, this meant that I simply had to choose in which primary to vote, and my political affiliation remained Independent. However, a year or two ago, my state took away my right to be a registered Independent. My designation became "unaffiliated," a designation that allowed me to vote in elections but not in primaries.
I have lost sleep over this in the last few days, because I really, really cared about the Democratic primary. And caring about the Democratic primary made me lose even more sleep, because it's pretty much my own worst nightmare to have Democrats controlling both the White House and Congress. I do not believe that tax-and-spend works. I do not believe that large social programs work. I believe that over-taxing the wealthy discourages entrepreneurship, of which this country needs a lot more. So I should care more about voting Republican, right? For the purposes of this primary election, at least, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Too much is at stake, and if I have to hear a certain Demo-rat candidate yapping until November, I'll have to claim political asylum in Canada (or insane asylum in Bellevue!).
After dragging my feet all day, at 6:19 p.m., I signed a form that turned me into a
jackass Democrat. And I cast the vote that I found important -- and I will carry that name to my grave.
Tomorrow morning, I will mail my paperwork to Trenton requesting my reversion to "unaffiliated" status. My hippie-liberal parents should open a good bottle of wine and have some laughs, though, over their much-more-moderate daughter having been a Democrat for a day. And the Guv? He's in California, so he can drown his tears in some sunshine. Don't worry, honey. Tomorrow, I'll be under-the-radar again.