I am fallen. Damned if I do, damned if I don't, in fact. I had requested an absentee ballot from Johnson County (IA) to be delivered to my parents' home in Clinton County (IA). Yes, I know I've lived in Chicago for nearly five months now, but I felt that a fib was worth the swing state vote.
My parents never received the ballot, but did receive a letter last week instructing me to show up with the signed affidavit to vote in person in J. County. I called the auditor's office to find out what my best option was. As long as my permanent address was still in J. County, I could vote in person. If I had moved to C. County, then I would have had to register in that county. The registration end date was last Saturday.
Gulp. My hands are tied. Unless I commit a felony, I will not be voting in this election. I was crushed. This maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaajor election was going to speed by me like the Polar Express.
Jason pointed to <a href=http://www.shavingyourass.com/node/view/89>Charles' essay</a> for inspiration. Why spend $50 to drive to Iowa and commit a crime? I can use that $50 as a contribution to the Dems, and they can worry about getting others to vote.
Now I don't feel so bad.
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