I woke up this morning and looked out my window to see something truly kick ass.
The line for the polling place across the street was around the block.
I'm so happy. Even if most of those people don't vote the same way I did (and judging by the bumperstickers and yard signs in my neighborhood, they won't...) I'm still thrilled that the turnout is so large.
To put it bluntly, seeing people lined up to vote is a validation of my service and the service of those I love. You could be the biggest asshole, military- and America-hating prick, and if you vote...if you exercise the freedoms that I and mine provide for you...then you've validated my service.
Or, as someone much smarter than me once put it: "I may not agree with what you have to say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it."
Or something like that.
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