Vote

I get up early in the mourning, driven solely by the thoughts of the day ahead. I turn on the TV, not watching but listening to every growing lie told by the media. Exasperated by this, I turn the TV off and turn on the radio. I don’t listen to FM or AM stations because the music played on the stations are censored. Instead I listen to the music the artist intends for me to hear. I get dressed; I put on my best attire, and head out to work. At work I look around and think to myself that I probably got the job because of my ethnicity. Was I the best man for the job? I don’t know. I like to think so everyday when I step in the door but as far as I know I am just there to please policy. During my lunch break I buy a newspaper and coffee and read the headline stories. I see politicians throwing dirt at each other trying to get me to vote for them but does it matter whom I vote for. No matter who I vote for today it’s not me who gets to choose who the next president is. The Electoral College is the one that formally picks the president; my vote is simply going to be used as a statistic. I go back to work, finish up and then I go to the voting center. Looking at the ballot there are only two parties; only two. I would like to have more of a choice but it doesn’t matter. I don’t really care who wins. I am just exercising my right to vote. I cast my ballot and head home. After a day like this I simply turn on the TV and sit down on my couch. Even though I turned on the TV, I don’t watch it. Instead I grab the latest James Patterson book from my shelf and read. The TV is on only for what it is useful; background noise.

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