One Man, No Vote

I woke today to the same thing that had disrupted my rest for the past week. The fair. This started to agitate me, but what could I do? For years I thought that America was a country run by the people. I mean, thats what they tell you to think. And for 25 years that was what I thought. Being a squatter tends to change your mind about a lot of things. I was supposed to be the one with the power to "move the country", but I could barely feed myself on a consistent basis. How was I empowered?

As I began my day, I quickly realized that it was election season. There were people all over OUR side of town asking for votes for people who we would never see. Matter of fact, we would probably never see an effect of anything they ever did. There was no point in voting. We were not rich; we couldn't control our own future, ours was fate. We were destined to be the poor.