The Boy voted early and according to the number of his "I voted" stickers on his chest, often today.  He did get rebuked soundly at the polls today.  We showed up to find no line for my side of the alphabet and a longish line for Derek's side of the alphabet.  Once again, I made a wise choice in retaining my last name. 

After being permanently traumatized by "Hacking Democracy" (no excuse, Tara, because I think you can download it online--even in Haiti), my fears were slightly frazzled when I pushed the "VOTE" button on the screen and it began to flash.  You are thinking, so you voted.  Well, that didn't mean that I voted.  I pushed it again, again, again, AGAIN and THEN got the "thanks for voting" screen.  Tricky tricksters. 

Then The Boy voted.  In lieu of his father voting.  Rumor has it that he had a little voice in his ear and a little assistance on which button to push.  Left unattended he may have voted for all the bonds which would have really annoyed me.  We live in one of the richest counties in the country and STILL those bastards want to borrow MORE MONEY--this time for animal control facilities.  I am against this, of course, because we have had a run-in with Animal Control.  And if I find the nasty person that dimed us out for not having Zinni on a leash at the park, I will come to your house and blow dandilions all over your lawn. 

When The Boy was placing his vote on the Marriage Amendment, Derek got yelled at by the polling official.

"Sir, please don't let your child touch the screen.  If he touches the wrong button, he can shut down all five polling stations."

Crickets.

Our own little Hacking Democracy close to home.  Can you imagine The Boy being the reason that 3 hours of voting at one polling station was erased?  Erased.  I also noticed that all the polling machines were under power with one plug.  Derek was smart enough not to let The Boy down.  That plug SO would have been pulled.  And we wonder why we have heard all this craziness across the country about voting gone awry.  Derek maintains that it's our own damn fault for letting morons work at the polling station. 

When I explained the situation to B tonight, she had little mercy for me.  She was wailing because her state just elected as governor a man facing federal indictment in the near future.  She felt a little more mercy for me when I told her that The Boy had been chastized.  She brought it to my attention that The Boy is probably in the upper end of the intelligence pool as opposed to the average voter so God only knows what happened in other places using the WinVote machines.  I feel so much better.