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.
I recently watched a documentary on George H Bush and first of all, skip it, but there was one interesting part..When he was asked to comment on Ross Perot and what he did for that election, Bush refused and said the only thing I can say is that "I don't like him, I don't like him one bit." -The entire documentary he's affable and grandfatherly, with a pleasant enough demeanor then Perot is mentioned and his whole face changes. -hatred.
Every generation needs a Strom Thurmond, I guess. I just wish mine hadn't been goddamn Ralph Nader.