I stopped by my precinct's voting station today to cast my ballot in the primary elections. Aside from a bunch of judicial candidates, almost all of which were Irish-Americans for some strange reason, and a few tax issues, there was the Democratic presidential candidate.
Because Cuyahoga County uses Florida-style Votomatic punch card ballots, my vote was probably cast for Dennis Kucinich or Lyndon LaRouche, instead of my preferred candidate.
Anyhow, it didn't seem like I was really voting, not with those flimsy hole-punching thingies. 180 miles east, in Buffalo, Mom and Dad will vote the way my great-great grandparants did, using a massive, RUGGED! grey 1930s-era he-man-woman-hating mechanical voting machine, crafted by proud union workers in someplace like Troy, New York or Youngstown, Ohio. As you throw back a huge metal lever to the left, resulting in a grinding of gears, a loud SNAP!, and the separating of privacy curtains, you KNOW you voted.