I did not have the right to vote until I was about 24 years old. I was born in Israel, and the I.N.S. (now I.C.E.) had done a fabulous job of losing my first citizenship application, and then storing the second one in a room that was soon after sealed for asbestos abatement. After enlisting the aid of my congressional representative, I was finally able to set the wheels of bureaucracy in motion, just in time to allow me to vote in New York’s 2000 presidential primary (I voted for McCain).
This morning, with Ronen in my arms, I stepped up to the voting booth and made my mark.
As usual, I voted no on everything, including, most importantly, the coronation of Queen Hillary.
