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She says that now.
It is true. I have never left a voting precinct after dipping my voting finger in ink. But, provided a sniper isn’t waiting at the exit, I don’t think it’s such a bad idea.
Though I don’t intend for this to be taken as a challenge, I don’t think it’s so easy to change a vote that’s been smushed in ink in a definite place. Tampering is, visually, rendered impossible in that you can…see it. Surrounding this notion, of course, is the unavoidability of humans being involved somehow, somewhere, in some operational capacity. That just can’t be helped…yet.
The one place in society where forward movement in technology doesn’t belong is in how a person casts their vote—and in how it’s counted. Back to basics is the best and only way. Humans will be more involved than ever…but not every human is a lowlife.
As everyone I know who believes in the fairness and inclusiveness of voting as human rights, the equation keeps coming back to: Let’s keep it simple.
How many people secretly envied what they were doing in Iraq’s voting precincts? How many people were wondering if someone was going to try to tamper with smushed ink? Am I really alone here? Other than the sniper factor, I grew to be in favor of it. I don’t remember it as being an overnight-formulated sentiment, but I learned to “believe.” Let’s face it, you can grow paranoid just chatting on line at a voting booth. I know. It’s a switched or thrown-out vote—not a bullet. Just once, I’d rather, in our ideology, have ink win over bullets.
