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I used to feel like my vote mattered.

I used to live in that place.

It was a magical place where people swung freely between parties and voted on issues as opposed to reds and blues.

Crips and Bloods.

Today I will vote anyway, knowing full well that my single vote will probably not change the course of this place.

But I will do it anyway.

I will do it because my grandfather, my uncle and my step-father all fought for that right.

Hell, even I did in a way.

We all joined and fought for the same reason.

One word.

Freedom.

And all the beauty that word possesses.

We have the electoral college.

And because of that many people feel their votes won’t count – don’t count.

It is a dangerous place.

That giving up place.

One day we will remove that college – tear it’s walls down and bulldoze the foundations.

That beautiful day.

But today I will vote anyway.

Not because it matters to it, but because it matters to me.

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