Voting Day in Van Nuys.

It was voting day today, and like many Americans, I walked over to cast my ballot at the Voyager Motor Inn, joining men and women from my community, including unrentable females not normally seen on Sepulveda.

My neighbors up the street were coming out of the motel, and warned me that one door was green and the other red, and you did not have to wait in line for green but nobody would tell you.

I didn’t know what the hell that meant, but I walked into the crowded smelly motel and tehraned myself to the front of the line, walking past others waiting, and into the room where I handed my ballot to a volunteer at a table.

My name and address were clearly printed on back…. so the young lady asked for my name and address.

I signed my name into the book and was handed a long, skinny ballot which I then placed into a voting booth whose poster board walls would blow down if I sneezed.

Misinformed, manipulated, misguided, prejudiced, biased, open-minded, incisive and ignorant, I had already made up my mind about the propositions and what they really meant.

Two of the measures would provide funding for all children in California schools, 50% of whom are here by way of undocumented parents. There are 7 billion people on Earth and I wonder what would happen if any one country could just settle all its citizens here?

But I better not start that argument.

Another measure promised to stop union contributions and seemed backed by the Republicans who only believe that large corporations and CEOs should have a voice.

Mercury Insurance sponsored another ballot.

Warren Buffet’s partner’s daughter poured $100 million into Prop. 38 funding early childhood education. And I wondered why she could not have spent $100 million to redesign our voting ballot to make it graphically clear and readable.

Prop. 36 made the three strikes law only applicable if the last crime was violent. That made sense to me as my neighbor was almost imprisoned for life after he had two non-violent strikes and one DUI.

I almost voted to overturn the Death Penalty (Prop. 34), which I know does not deter crime, and is barbaric, but then I realized that we are quite a barbaric state, with people who tag church walls and murder congregants who step outside and confront. I think death is deserved for some, even if it is not logically warranted.

And I did not think it enforceable to require condoms on set for adult performers. (B) And I voted yes to accelerate public transportation because it is both a job creator and a civic necessity, bringing cleaner air and better development to Los Angeles (J).

Finally, or to begin with, I voted for the Presidental candidate who killed Osama Bin Laden, extracted us from Iraq and will do so in Afghanistan, saved the auto industry, and tried and partially succeeded in reforming our health care system which is so unfair, expensive and monstrously geared to the 1%.

I am all over the place, a liberal and a conservative, tolerant and racist, traditional and progressive.

I guess I am just a Californian.

5 thoughts on “Voting Day in Van Nuys.

  1. You have turned into a fine commentator! I am proud of you and your analysis of voting. I still think of the picture of the Endeavor at the doughnut place, and almost fainted at the price of gas out there. The color in that picture, the focus, it all came together perfectly. I’d love to frame it.


  2. Thanks for sharing your thought process. I voted almost exactly as you did. Although since I don’t believe in hell, I think life in prison is as close as you can get to it so that’s why I voted to end the death penalty. Let them suffer!


  3. Delete that last comment. I clearly lack brain function this early. Barely enough to vote.
    Great insight to your experience. Can make one feel a bit bi-polar or I mean bi-partisan.


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