Day 10: The American

I have a confession, I hate voting. I know this is blasphemy coming from someone who majored in politics and somewhat works in politics. Before stones are thrown, I don't hate democracy, I hate the act of voting. I hate having to drive to my designated poll, which is often located at a community center or worse a school where there is never any parking. I also hate waiting in line and I really hate seeing all of the stupid uninformed people vote. Yes, I know I should do absentee ballot, but I like getting the "I Voted" sticker.

I also have another sort of confession. Whenever I go to the polls, it baffles me that they never check for I.D. and they never check for proof of citizenship. I myself do not actually have proof of citizenship, the only proof I have is a U.S. Passport. My parents became citizens when I was under the age of 18, so I was automatically a citizen however, I have no proof of that. My passport has expired and when I get it renewed I suspect there's a good chance I will get denied. When I do, I will have a great exposé about the holes in the government's immigration and naturalization system. I have voted at every single election since I was 18 years old. I think that's a Pulitzer worthy story.

On a different, but not lesser subject, my friend and fellow blogger Amber has decided to also do the photo a day challenge and I am very excited to see what kind of photos she takes. Her first post happens to be today and I think she picked a great first day. You can follow her progress over on The Grundmans.