I turned 18 right before the 1992 US presidential election, so I stood in line to cast my vote against George H. Bush. My vote helped keep that shitheel to one term. It was glorious. I've given too much of a shit about voting since, although deep down in my heart I know that I'm definitely not the "swing" that actually decides elections. That said, I've voted absentee for pushing twenty years now which means the wife and I sit down with our ballots and a bottle of wine and go through the literature several weeks before we need to. If I still lived up by my uncle's I'd go over to his "election parties" where the entire clan assembles to hash shit out drunk. It's pretty awesome as my cousin is a radical left-wing prepper and my pseudo-aunt worked for the US Chamber for 30 years. My kinda blood sport.