At 8:05 a.m. my Sunset Boulevard polling place had been open more than an hour when I arrived to claim and complete my ballot (then double-check it to make sure the inkblots had darkened the appropriate circles).
Aside from the staffers present, I was alone in casting my votes and as I tore off my stub and noted its number — 000004 — I asked one of the staffers how the turnout had been so far.
“You’re number four,” he replied. I rolled my eyes, but noted that at least any republicants in the area aren’t morning voters. Thanking the workers for their involvement I got on my way.
I have pretty much one broad-stroke rule I observe when it comes to voting: don’t support anything that takes power out of the hands of the many and puts it in those of the few. This is somewhat ironic given the fact that elections increasingly do just that: letting the few of us who get out and vote ultimately dictate what will happen to the vast majority of those who don’t.
Having said that, I’m not aware of the numbers for my specific precinct but I’d guess there’s… what: a couple/three thousand registered voters here? Maybe a little more. Maybe a little less. Either way, if for some reason that pathetic four-an-hour average holds across the rest of the day, then 52 of us will have spoken for the whole.
Democracy in action? Nah, democracy inaction.
UPDATED (6:45 p.m.): After getting home from work I found my wife Susan voted at about 5:30 p.m. Her stub number? 000049.