(Ballots shouldn’t require a lawyer and a magnifying glass.)
Write. Laugh. Hope.
They say your vote is your voice.
But then they muffle it—
in fine print,
in legal jargon,
in timelines designed to trip you.
They want you to believe democracy is working—
while they rewrite the instructions mid-process
and hide the polling place two towns over.
Want to register? Better do it three Tuesdays before the moon’s in retrograde.
Want to vote early? Oops—closed.
Want to know what you’re actually voting on?
Here’s a 200-page PDF in legalese so dense it needs its own translator.
This isn’t empowerment.
It’s entrapment with a patriotic bow on top.
If you need a PhD to fill in a bubble…
that’s not access. That’s exclusion.
It’s not that people don’t care.
It’s that the system depends on you giving up.
Voter ID laws.
Purged rolls.
Disinformation campaigns
sponsored by people who already have power
and plan to keep it.
You’re not apathetic.
You’re exhausted.
And that’s not your fault.
It’s their f*cking strategy.
Write. Laugh. Hope.
Because what the hell else is there?
