Awkwardly, I did my part to help Hillary Clinton win the nomination Tuesday. Although I'm 37 and have been voting since 1996, the process is still a bit confusing.

I heard on the radio that you had to have a Voter ID card. A Voter ID card? I was never sent one! Was I registered? Did I have to have one? Also, I know I gave about $5 or $10 to enroll in the Georgia Democratic Party back in 2004. Does that mean I'm registered as a Democrat? Or am I still listed as an Independent, as I believe I originally registered? Can I vote in a Democratic primary the way I'm currently registered?

Upon arriving at the high school polling place there was a sign that said, "Voters must register at the office." Ah, yes, as a visitor to the campus I had to visit the front office to sign in so there would be a record I was there moving among the ripe young ladies, eh, students. I got to the front office and was told no, that meant to sign in at the card table by the polls. Oh, well why didn't you say so? The English teacher should speak to them about the incomplete sentences on their signs. (I also was pleased to find that though I'm closing in on 40, the staff at the high school is still composed of old, severe people. It made me feel young.)

The new voting booths are touch screens, like giant iPhones. The one I approached said "charging 92%," and there was a green line indicating how far it had to go. So I looked at the ones to the left and right before some senior citizen minding the polls sized me up as a conspiracy theorist and said, "They're all the same." I said I knew, I wondered if I should find one that said it was 100% charged. They were all at 92%.

The old timer also showed me the card had to be pushed into the slot until it clicked. Oh, yeah, I remember that from last time, when I thought I was at a broken box. Perhaps my reader wouldn't be embarrassed by such minor things, but I felt like a fool.

Finally I successfully poked the space beside Hillary Clinton's name, then stood there making sure my astigmatism hadn't caused me to click for Bill Richardson. When I was confident I had pushed the correct button, I put my fists in the air Rocky-style. A bold strike for the working man in this weak-ass, right-to-work red state!

Showing every bit of my 37 years I was tickled to come home and turn on the election results at 8 p.m. Hillary and my fellow supporters satisfactorily held off the ascent of Barack Obama this night. Though Obama is likable and I'll support him fervently if he's the nominee, I feel this country is so screwed-up right now (a recent USA Today story says the next president will inherent a $400 trillion deficit courtesy of Herr Bush) that it'll take both Hillary and Bill lying in bed, covered in spread sheets, their pens and pencils working overtime to straighten things out.


So, yes, I enjoyed Super Tuesday. How about you?