cleverly disguised as a responsible adult

With all the rumors floating around today about the fraudulent vote registering-type people, I am currently worried as to whether or not I'm actually registered to vote. I think I am, especially since I got an email today from them asking me to sign up to call every Kerry supporter in my neighborhood and beg, plead, cajole, coax, wheedle, bribe, and threaten them to vote.

I'm currently trying to figure out if I'm actually registered or not. I expect to find out before the end of the afternoon - other concerned friends and the internet are powerful tools for figuring out anything.

I need to make sure that I'm registered because I have to vote. Why? Because Wisconsin's a swing state. Because I don't want another four years of Bush. Because even though I'm just one person, I don't want to act like the neighbors of Kitty Genovese. And because the rule still stands:

If you don't vote, you don't get to complain.
As a citizen, it is your right and responsibility to take part in the pseudo-democracy that we enjoy. True, sometimes it seems more like a kakistocracy, but I just wanted to show off my vocabulary. *grin*

Why am I ranting about this at this precise moment? sargiegirl76 copied this article to her LJ today. Most of what's in it I already knew. Some of it, I'd suspected but wanted to chalk up to leftist propaganda. Truthfully, I don't know how much to believe, though the author makes some good points.

Go, read it. Think about it. Vote.

From a phone conversation with my best friend. She was relaying the story of the time her not-boyfriend was informed that you can get an STD from oral sex, namely herpes, and that herpes is a Bad Thing To Have.

Him: What's the big deal? I have herpes, then you have herpes.
Her: Herpes is bad. There's no cure. I don't want it.
Him: I mean, it's kind of like I have an apple, I give you an apple, we both have apples
Her: Herpes is not like an apple.
Him: So it's like an orange, then?
Her: NO!!

As she's relaying this conversation to me (keep in mind that the guy's been in the Marines for a couple of years now, somehow this information just didn't quite make it into his brain), I started giggling uncontrollably at the line "Herpes is not like an apple."

This was actually a fairly typical conversation for us. God, I miss that girl.