OpEdNews - Diary: Best. Vote. Ever.

The sweet sensation of voting against Rick Santorum.

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I voted today. I'll be out of town at a conference next Tuesday so I filled out my absentee ballot earlier this evening. Now, I know that every vote is a precious little snowflake in the flurry of democratic process. Everyone's vote counts. Except this time around, when some votes like extra extra count. There are votes in this election that you can taste and they taste very, very sweet. Like the vote I just cast against Rick Santorum. Sure, sure, Bob Casey isn't exactly my dream candidate. In terms of excitement generated I would personally rank Bob Casey somewhere between a soggy bowl of Corn Flakes and televised golf. I wouldn't say that the idea of voting for Bob Casey left me electrified. Thankfully, this year wasn't about that. There's a popular bumpersticker in the Philadelphia area I've seen with some regularity in the left-leaning neighborhood I live in that stretches across the entire back windshield. There are bold, red block letters next to two boxes. One box with a red X in it says "Casey," the other unchecked box says, "Satan." That about sums it up. If one box said, "Santorum" and the other said, "Mussolini" I would have to think real hard. If you're lining up against Santorum, you only have to be just short of a serial killer to get my vote. I made the "X" in the box next to Casey's name real thick and dark. I ground it in good. It's the closest I'll get to plunging a figurative dagger directly into the black heart of evil itself. It felt...almost Roman, like sealing someone's fate, a moment for the ages. Envelope glue never tasted so good. I savored it as I licked the back flap of the ballot envelope, the taste of almost certain usurpation. I left the elections office feeling light, buoyant, lifted in spirit. I felt happy and important, like I just did something vital, which is how casting a vote should feel.