There’s an election coming up, and I have no idea how I am going to vote.
Sure, I know I’m voting for Obama, but that is just the start of my civic duty. See, I live in California, where they take the democratic process very, very seriously. In every other state I have lived in, it has been up to the legislature to legislate. Here, apparently the electorate does its fair share of making decisions.
We have these things called Propositions. Not one or two, like Massachusetts or Pennsylvania. We have twelve. Twelve propositions. I am supposed to get educated on twelve ballot initiatives.
Fortunately, the state kindly puts out a handy little booklet with all of the propositions, the pro and con arguments for each, plus a bonus section alluringly titled “An Overview of State Bond Debt.” All I have to do is read all 143 pages prior to Election Day.
I have been working on it, and so far what I can tell you is that the crazies have been mighty busy here in California. We’ve got it all: a parental notification proposition, a proposition to send more minors to adult prison, and the one I like to call the Chicken Proposition. Don’t ask.
Of course, my favorite is Proposition 8. I like that one because at least I know how I am going to vote on it. I still think it is stupid that I, a straight woman, am voting on whether two men or two women can get married to one another. Doesn’t seem like my business. But, it’s on there, so obviously there are folks who think that other people’s love lives are up for discussion.
I am starting to get nostalgic for Pennsylvania. Sure, it snows a lot, but there are no wildfires, no earthquakes, and one lone Sewer Bond Measure on the ballot.
Oh, and did I mention that the city has a few Propositions, too?