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Jan. 30th, 2005 11:14 amI walked forward to my station, cast my vote and then headed to the box, where I wanted to stand as long as I could, then I moved to mark my finger with ink, I dipped it deep as if I was poking the eyes of all the world's tyrants.
I put the paper in the box and with it, there were tears that I couldn't hold; I was trembling with joy and I felt like I wanted to hug the box but the supervisor smiled at me and said "brother, would you please move ahead, the people are waiting for their turn".
oh yeah.
you can read the whole thing at [Iraq The Model].
and if you're going out and about today, consider marking a finger blue to show support for a fledgling democracy...and the Americans that have given their lives to help that democracy have a fighting chance.
update: [from the mouths of babes].
and [the silence] [is deafening].
[will wonders never cease].