(That is an epithet, by the way. It's a long story. You can replace it with the swear word of your choice.)
There are a couple of reasons why I feel this way. The main one is that I am ashamed to say I never got off my bum to sort out my absentee voting registration. Having already missed out voting in the recent Australian federal election (still haven't got round to getting my citizenship), now I'm missing out on the American one.
I did try, actually. I sent off my registration form once, but it was incomplete. I was required to state the mailing address at which I was previously registered. Um.... somewhere in San Diego? Sixteen years ago? They returned my form. You'd think that they could just look me up, but no, I'm supposed to remember the address of my on-campus student housing from my first year of university?!
Yes, I know, that only highlights my shame in not having registered to vote in any elections for the past sixteen years. So you could argue that I deserve what I get, when the polls close.
Australia is now stuck with another three years of Little Johnny. Let's hope the Americans, and the world, aren't forced to endure another four years of Dubya.
The other reason for the title of this entry is a link my friend Dax sent me. It gave me goosebumps when I read it. There is hope after all, in spite of lazy preoccupied people like me.