Protest vote

Nov 4, 2020. Sam, the noble social justice warrior, entered the voting booth. It was time to make a decision. Several, actually. Killing old people because they take up space … no. Fracking ban … yes. Referendum to not not defund the Everglades Restoration Plan. Uh … yes? So, like yes, no, yes, yes, no whatever. Checking all these boxes is a pain in the ass! But they did it.

And now it’s like the big choice. Who’s going to be President? Donald Trump and Mike Pence. Ugggh. Old white male fascists, gross, gross, no? Duh! But … Joe Biden and Kamala Harris. Old white male; young whatever-she-is female. Sam liked Kamala. But they didn’t like Joe Biden. He was old and reminded Sam of their creepy uncle. And who said they had to choose between two parties anyway? Donkey or Elephant? Paper or plastic? Uh-uh. No way. 

After much consideration and pencil chewing, Sam bravely voted for Jack Cluckster, the Chicken Party candidate. Yeah, of course he’s going to lose! They knew that, duh! It’s a protest vote, OK?

Later, in the reeducation camps, Billie came to regret their decision.

They never voted again.