Voting … Does It Really Make a Difference?


It may be a little late to be writing about this, seeing as how the 2016 election has come and gone, but it’s something I’ve been thinking about for quite a while, so I wanted to get this out there.

I’ll be honest and say that I did not vote in this last election, mainly because (as you can probably tell from the title of this post) I don’t feel that voting makes a real difference. Although I don’t completely understand the Electoral College or how it works, I do know that it has the power to completely overtake the popular vote, as it appeared to do in this last election, as well as in another recent previous election. And you can almost always bet that the loser is gonna cry about how the Electoral College ruined everything, even if they were sticking up for the Electoral College before the election results were in!

I witnessed this very thing on my Facebook wall while the votes were being tallied. A friend of a friend talked about how imperative the Electoral College is to ensuring fairness in the election, and then when Trump won, that very same person was whining about how the Electoral College is bullshit and how Hillary won the popular vote fair and square.

I shit you not, people. Those whiny liberals can really get on my nerves sometimes. But that’s another post for another day. I digress…

Back to the question at hand. Does voting really matter? Not if the candidates are shit to begin with. As was the case in 2016.

We were all forced to choose between evil puppet #1, a racist, misogynistic jerk who wants to build a wall to keep all the coloreds out of the U.S., and evil puppet #2, a satanist criminal who wants to inject all of our children with poisonous vaccines as part of some population control “conspiracy theory.” (I hate calling them theories, because I truly believe they are real conspiracies happening behind the scenes, but again, another post for another day.)

In the words of a wise friend, “a vote for the lesser of two evils is still a vote for evil.” And I refused to vote for evil. Sure, I could have voted outside of party lines, but then everyone would have accused me of “throwing my vote away.” By that logic, we all threw our votes away! We would have been better off not voting at all and challenging the establishment by refusing to play their little chess game.

Actually, maybe not. If we’re truly all a part of this big conspiratorial chess game, the elite would have found a way to cover up the fact that nobody voted. Still, this election went down in history as having the fewest number of voters. Looks like people are starting to wake up. That gives me a tiny smidgen of hope …

What about you?

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That Time I Wore White to My Best Friend’s Wedding

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Confession: I wore white to my former best friend’s wedding.

Double confession: I was her maid of honor.

No, that’s not the reason why she’s my former best friend, though I could see why that might be the case. And what’s even funnier is I soon realized after I got married that she actually wore white to my wedding as well. I’m not sure if that’s because she thinks like me, or if she was doing it to get back at me for wearing white to her wedding, but here’s the thing: I didn’t care.

People like to make such a big deal out of little details that are all executed in the name of political correctness, but who really cares if your friend or someone in your wedding party wears a white dress, especially if you have an informal wedding with no color scheme and don’t tell them what to wear?

At the time, I was naive and stupid. That’s why I did it. I didn’t do it to be spiteful or rude. I honestly didn’t know that it was “non-PC” to wear white to a wedding. I was the only person in her wedding party, and I don’t even know if she wore white as the bride! (Although if she didn’t, that was probably hella confusing.)

But this post isn’t really about me wearing white to a wedding, even though that’s what the title would lead you to believe. This post is more of a rant on the ridiculousness of our society placing such a huge emphasis on the importance of political correctness. At the end of the day, I don’t think people should worry so much about offending other people. As a good friend of mine once said, “offense is a choice.” if someone decides to be offended by something you say or do, that’s on them. If they are mentally affected by something you say or do, it’s because they persuaded themselves in their mind that you wronged them in some way.

Don’t get me wrong. There are occasions where people should be offended. If you shouted “FATTY” to an overweight woman in a parking lot, she’d have every right to be mad at you, and other bystanders would probably get angry too. That’s not what I’m talking about here. I’m talking about subtle practices that we’ve grown accustomed to doing (or not doing) overtime because society, somewhere down the line, decided to define them as “etiquette.”

Another wedding example would be not including your registry information with your invitations. Apparently telling people where you’re registered is politically incorrect and “rude.” But as a wedding guest, I want to know where you’re registered so I can get you a gift that you actually want or need! So why is it rude for you to let me know that? I guarantee I’m not the only person invited to your wedding who actually wants that information either, but not everyone will take the time to ask. And when you end up with 5 of the same crock pot and no gift receipts, what the hell are you supposed to do then?

This is one of those cases where I feel standard etiquette should be revised. It’s 2016 people. Quit trying to be so damn polite.

Rant over.

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