AUSTIN -- OK, everybody, you know the law. If you don't vote, you can't
complain.
So get out and do it.
Voting whitens your teeth and sweetens your breath, and people who vote
have better sex lives.
This has been extensively studied, and all the researchers agree. However,
there are also new
studies strongly suggesting a causal link between voting and weight
loss.
Yes, going to the polls is more effective than dieting.
Besides, this thing is tighter than a tick -- I mean, your vote `could'
make the difference.
Honest to Pete, this is historic.
You may wonder why I am trying to inveigle you into participating in
what we laughingly refer to
as the democratic process. I know all the arguments against it. Don't
vote -- it only encourages them.
If the gods had meant for people to vote, they would have given us
candidates. What is this geekfest?
They're all lying. If I actually vote for one of them, won't I be responsible
for what happens?
In regard to that last question, the answer is "no" -- you can only
be held legally responsible
for the government of the United States if you `don't' vote.
We also need to vote to thank them for all this fabulous entertainment.
Has this been a marvelous
campaign, or what? For years to come, we'll be able to produce a laugh
riot simply by looking
at a group of people and saying, "Dingell-Norwood."
And if I can't fool you into voting with a lot of charming piffle, let's try the truth.
I had a really bad moment on Friday. I was feeling extremely grumpy
about the George Bush-DUI
story because I've been arguing for years that politicians should be
allowed to have private lives,
and all that need concern us is what they do in office that affects
our own lives. I realize that the
DUI is a crime and a matter of public record, but surely we all know
by now that Dubya
straightened up 15 years ago, and how long `is' the statute of limitations
on this stuff?
"Oh, please," thinks I impatiently. "The only people who care about
this now -- in addition to
my idiot colleagues in the media -- are parents whose kids have been
killed by drunken drivers."
At which point, I heard myself and came to a complete halt.
May God and other people forgive me. I had reached precisely that point
I have so often complained
about in other journalists: so focused on the horse race, so keenly
centered on who's ahead, who's
behind, what's the strategy, how will this new thing play, that I had
completely forgotten that elections
are actually about real people's lives.
I know it's easy to lose track of -- sometimes politics seems like an
extremely bizarre form of
sport -- but it actually is about our lives. This is not something
you can divorce yourself from.
You can't sit and look at it as though it were a picture on the wall
or a TV program you don't like.
This is the stuff, the warp and the woof of our lives, and something
more as well -- it is our community,
our connectedness to one another.
I can review all the reasons you should care -- and it's not just because
they make you pay taxes.
(You can't buy a candy bar without paying taxes on it.) Your whole
life is shaped by the people
who get elected to public office.
They decide as much about your life as you do -- how deep you will be
buried when you die,
the qualifications of the people who prescribe your eyeglasses, the
books that your kids learn
from in school. You are touched by government every day in a swarm
of ways.
And voting is your chance to influence your own life. Sort of. The connections
are sometimes
a little vague, I grant you. But they are just as often direct and
as big as a truck.
Public policy is not some garbage that "they" do in Washington or Austin.
It's your life, the quality
of your life, the quality of your children's lives. It's about firefighters
and police and schools and roads,
about crime and punishment, tax loopholes, securities fraud, your driver's
license, your marriage license,
traffic, fluoridation in the water, global warming and electric wiring
codes.
It's about you. So vote.
And if, of course, you have arrived at this point hoping to get out
of it on the grounds that you can't
stand any of them and still don't know what Dingell-Norwood is . .
. hold your nose and hope for the best.
One of my least favorite Pundit Positions of recent days is that all
the undecided voters must be
nincompoops and shouldn't be encouraged. "Surely," they say, "if you
had half a brain,
you'd have made up your mind by now."
I had a conversation with an Undecided last week, truly a good citizen,
who finally said forlornly,
"I wish I knew which one was telling the truth." For whatever my opinion
is worth, they're all lying,
hyping and overpromising, and the best you can do is make this as concrete
as possible. You want
the tax cut or the lockbox, and what difference will it make in your
life?
And if you decide it on something silly like the smirk or the sighs
or which one has the nicest wife,
what-the-hey, your instincts are as good as anyone else's. And let's
all root for the dead guy in Missouri.