Thank you, MoveOn

Every two years I go out and cast my pitiful ballot. Well, actually, I push a button on a paperless voting machine, so who the heck knows whether I voted at all. My good-guy congressman gets re-elected, my scumbag senators get re-elected, the state goes for Bush, anti-gay propositions pass, nothing changes. It feels completely futile.

This year, I spent election day telephoning Virginia. I and some thousands of others across the country: probably more than seven thousand of them, all turning out the vote for Webb.
This means, if each of us turned out one vote, IT MATTERED that we were there. IT MATTERED that I did something.

What a great feeling!

Thanks to MoveOn for letting me accomplish something.