Precinct: Never Again.

I don’t see why I would ever vote at a precinct again.

The office of elections emails me telling me my ballot has been mailed. I know to expect it within two days. Unlike my last experience at a precinct, where there were no ballots or provisional ballots left— I actually get a ballot. It’s not a wild card.

I fill it out and return it. Generally before all the political advertisements come to the house, before the signs come up. Before the media is saturated with lies and slander and fake self promotion, I make my educated decisions based on my own experience without any of that influence.

When I mail it back, I get called and emailed if there was a problem with the ballot. I can go online and see that the ballot was received and counted. Never had a clue pushing my ballot in the machine at the precinct. Could be a shredder in there.

Don’t have to cross lines of people with signs to get to the precinct. Don’t have to deal with weirdness at the precincts. Don’t have to deal with rude and invasive poll observers.

Why would I do anything else.