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18 Hours After, 68 Hours Before

Now that the epic wedding is over, it's time for me to think about voting on Monday.

For the record, I watched the wedding because I was awakened by the sounds of others watching the pre-show-show, and thought, I could lie here annoyed that I'm awake, or I could go watch it with them. I am content with my choice. Partially because it involved DELICIOUS CINNAMON RAISIN SCONES. (That was a shout-out to Nadine. Hence all the caps.) Anyway, it was lovely and nice, but I have to admit, I didn't feel the emotional intensity that some of my friends did. My favourite part was actually the sermon. Don't know who that vicar was, but he was surprisingly easy to listen to and more in line with my own theology than I expected. 

Anyway, I believe in voting. I already thought this, and then I received this email from my dad:
Surprise.  Email from Dad.  A question from Beth prompted me to encourage each of you to exercise your civic responsibility to vote in the upcoming federal election...mostly I want to share one good reason for voting - you have a Grampy that fought and suffered much so that you could have that precious privilege - don't let that sacrifice go to waste.

How can I not visit the polls after that?

Here are two other reasons I believe in voting:

1. When I think about Libya and Egypt and essentially the entire Middle East, and China - I think, How can I note vote!?!? I have ten thousand blessings in my life. One of which is the right to vote. As a woman, many of my peers around the world are denied this right, either by their country or the man in control of their life... As I vote, I feel a bit like I am rebelling on their behalf.

2. If I don't vote, I have no right to complain. Because I had a voice and chose not to use it. But if I vote... then I can voice my frustrations with the system. And frankly, I don't really expect much from our government. Which is probably not great, and perhaps I should be willing to be persuaded on the merits of our politicians' hard work.

Anyway, the point is, I think we all should vote.

Time to check out the St. Paul's candidates. Woo me, websites!

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  1. Here's my two cents:

    Conservatives a clear choice in uncertain times http://ht.ly/4K8oX

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  2. vanman9111:11 AM

    Interesting article. Under our current system you have to decide which is more important to you - a good local representative or a good national leadership - and the only way of obtaining the latter is by voting for the local party candidate, whatever you might think of her personally.

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