Why I voted in Georgia’s stupid primary

The process by which we select major parties’ presidential candidates in America is horribly flawed and unfair to most of us who don’t live in Iowa or New Hampshire — places that receive snow in mid-March and therefore should not be eligible. 

We’ve known since 2023 that Trump and Biden would be nominees in 2024, and about 37 people in the U.S. are pretty excited about it — and at least one, Melania Trump, is downright disgusted about it. 

In this photo from my office, though, are a few reasons why I took a minute during lunch today to vote in this irrelevant Georgia presidential preference primary:

There are photos of kids and grandkids. I rather care about the future, even the part of it I won’t be around to see. I believe not caring about what happens to the world or this country after you’re gone is about as selfish as it gets. I’d like to see them still have an America that has not done away with democracy or decency. I don’t have a lot of faith that they will, but I gotta vote for a better future — or, in this case, against a bleaker one.

There also are a few books on the shelf, including my own. I don’t want to see my freedom of expression hindered, nor do I want to fear any retribution for my views. My views are not popular where I’m from, which actually makes me more proud to hold them. I’ve never minded being the squeaky wheel, but I don’t want the government or some 2024 version of the Brownshirts spraying me with WD-40.

The main one is at the top, a shadowbox with my grandfather and the Purple Heart he earned while fighting Nazis in Tunisia, where he lost both of his legs to machine gun fire. He carried one of those legs as he crawled and continued to fire off rounds. When told a Nazi doctor saved his life after he fell unconscious, he reportedly said, “I’d have shot him, too, if I’d have been awake.”

I don’t think my Granddad went through all of that so that I could simply take a pass on voting against a wannabe autocratic fascist with no respect for American democracy, a lack of morals or integrity and a long list of folks who once worked closely with him now desperately trying to warn us what kind of person he really is.

So I voted against someone I feel embodies some of the worst qualities I’ve ever seen worshiped and admired by folks who otherwise seem to be decent folks. My vote really wasn’t for another person today.

I’m an independent, so I can vote in either party’s primary in Georgia. The election lady showed me the screen so that I could choose my ballot and said, “Pick your party.”

“I’ll pick a ballot,” I told her, “but that definitely ain’t my party.”

I’m just glad I no longer have to say the party out loud to get a ballot like we used to in Georgia. If that were overheard, I’d have to hang my head in shame like I was a good ol’ Southern Baptist who just got spotted coming out of the liquor store.

“It’s for my cough! Really, Brother Billy!”

What do you think about this?