a terrible "get out and vote" pep talk

I voted early in the presidential election this year. A voting location is only a mile away from my house, so it was really convenient. And I went in the afternoon, so there wasn't any line. Early voting is great.

You know who else loves early voting? Old white folks. They were the only other people there. As a half Hispanic 30 year old, I felt a little out of place. While I was at a touch screen voting booth contraption, I could hear a woman being told by one of the voter-monitor-volunteer type people that she couldn't "help" her friend vote.  The woman explained that her friend had dementia so he needed her help. That was something I've never thought about before.

If I'm going to be cynical and...realistic, I'd say that unless you're voting for a Republican presidential candidate, your vote doesn't really matter in Texas and hasn't mattered since about 1980. And I could say that a two party system doesn't really give anyone much of a choice. And I could just say my vote is pointless. It probably is. However, it took literally ten minutes out of my day to do. I've spent a lot more time and energy doing things that were much more of a waste (like seeing Taken 2) so there's no way I'm not going to vote.