February 5, 2008
Voting in Manhattan
I’ve written about this before. I won’t focus on the pre-war (unclear which war) voting machines. But here was the conversation I had with the voting inspector when I checked in to vote this morning:
Me: Matt Blumberg.
Her: Sign here…ok…head over to booth #1.
Me: That one?
Her: Yes. Republican or Democrat?
Me: Don’t you know that from my registration?
Her: No. You have to tell me so I can disable half the ballot.
Me: You mean it doesn’t matter which party I’m registered with? I can just pick one on the spot?
Her: Welcome to Manhattan.
Me: Huh. Ok. Republican.
Her: Really? Huh. First one of the day. Not a lot of you around here. Poor Rudy. At least the Giants won.