When will you see me again?
- by admin
The day after the 2016 election, when the world learned that President Donald Trump had beaten his Democratic opponent Hillary Clinton in the popular vote, I was driving to work.
I was in the middle of a road trip to Washington, D.C., and had not been to a Democratic meeting in two months.
I knew nothing about what was happening.
I didn’t know who to trust, nor how I would get the information I needed to make an informed decision.
I did know I was angry.
As I drove down the highway, I wondered if I would ever see my son again.
“He’s not going to come back,” I told my wife, who had been driving with me.
I thought about what would happen to him and how he had left me.
“I will never forget that day.”
I have never forgotten that day.
I’ve been a staunch Republican for most of my life, but I was surprised to discover that Donald Trump won the popular-vote vote by nearly 3 million votes, or more than 1.4 million votes.
The result was not a landslide, but it was a victory for the president who had called Mexicans rapists and criminals, suggested that the president might not be born in the United States, and called for a ban on Muslims entering the United State.
It was the first time I had ever voted for a president of the United Sates.
At the time, I had no idea how important this vote was to the future of our country.
I wasn’t even sure I had voted.
I had not cast my ballot in a presidential election in decades, let alone in a close election.
I only had one memory of voting.
I had voted for Ralph Nader, a candidate who was running for president in 2000, in hopes that he would force the Supreme Court to strike down the 1996 welfare reform law.
But I had never thought of voting for a Republican.
I’d only ever voted once, for President George H.W. Bush, in 1988.
It had been a year of the Great Recession, and Bush had been the party’s standard-bearer for the White House.
I voted for him, and I remember thinking that I had finally made up my mind.
I hoped that I would be able to vote again.
I decided to check the box to register to vote, and as I went to register, I noticed something odd: My ballot had been replaced with a paper form, which I had forgotten to sign.
I called my secretary and told her about it.
The next day, I called the secretary again and told him about it, and she said she would look into it.
When I called back the following day, the new form had been approved.
But when I tried to fill out the new paper form again, I discovered that it had been modified.
There were now two pieces of paper, instead of one.
I asked the secretary if this was normal, and if it was necessary, to make the changes.
She told me that the form was a duplicate, and that it was the same person that had signed it, but that the changes had been made in order to make sure it would be approved.
It turned out that my registration was still valid, because the form had actually been completed and approved by another person, who was an employee of the county.
A woman I don’t know, who is also a registered voter, told me she had been confused when she saw my new form.
“It looks like it was changed on purpose,” she said.
“Is that correct?”
After I filed a complaint with the state’s election commission, the election commissioner, who works with local election officials, found out that I’d changed my registration.
When she saw the new forms, she ordered them to be corrected, and then ordered me to come in for an interview to discuss the matter.
I went into the meeting in person, where I was told that the forms had been revised and that the county was going to be sending a new form, this one with a number instead of the letters A through Z. The new form looked like the one I had filed.
After my meeting, the commissioner sent me a copy of the new registration form and asked me if I wanted to go back to vote.
I never got a chance to vote in the presidential election again.
The problem was not my own registration, it was that the new version of my form was not signed by me.
As a result, my vote had been invalidated.
The next day I called a friend of mine who lives in another state, and told them that I was confused.
He explained that his state had rejected his ballot, and he was not sure why.
I told him that I couldn’t explain it.
I said that I didn.
The other person had gone to the county clerk and asked that my vote be accepted, and this was my state.
I don,t know how they did that, I told them.
The day after the 2016 election, when the world learned that President Donald Trump had beaten his Democratic opponent Hillary…