"You gotta getout there.
"Your vote counts."
You don't know what you'revotin' for half the time.
You get there, I mean--You know who you're votin' for
who can affordTV commercials.
You gonna-- Like,the guys that, ya know,
the grown men and womenwho wanna run the country
and they spendbillions of dollars
to get a commercial that says,"That guys a jerk.
"Don't pick him."
And the other guy's like,"That guy's a dick.
"Don't pick him"--And you're like,
"Well, I'd rather havea jerk than a dick."
That's a good argument.
That's good-- Good politicalargument, ya know?
Ya know, but then you get thereand you get a giant sheet
and giant scan-tronsheet to fill out
and you're having flashbacksfrom high school, like,
"How much time's left?"
I don't know--A-A-A-B-B-B-C-C-C...
You don't even know--You don't even know
what you're votin'for half the time.
You get to votefor a Comptroller.
Anybody know whatComptroller does?
No-- But you getto pick one out.
That's a prettycrummy system.
"Uh, Victor'sa cool name.
I don't know,[deleted].
There you go-- Now, you'reComptroller, Victor.
Don't make melook stupid."
Uh, now, I know Icould probably fulfill
some sort of civicresponsibility
by researching eachcandidate and finding out
who's platform reflectsmy ideals the best,
but to hell with that...this is America.
It is my God-given rightto be loudly opinionated
about something I amcompletely ignorant of.