The Vote Is Dead; Long Live the Vote


Val Rausch (along with Steve Street) are District 4’s Representatives! Mike Rounds is South Dakota’s Governor! Congrats to everyone who won in yesterday’s elections!

Last night Holli and I drove out to Big Stone to celebrate with Dad and 14,000 other people. Holli and I mostly hung out upstairs webcamming with Bryce and, later for a short while, Tony. Bryce was the star attraction, as all the little ones were upstairs, and they were fascinated with being seen and seeing someone on a computer screen. I also got two more chapters written on the way down to the party.

Quick Results (on what I reported on Monday):

Constitutional Amendment C: Yes (52%)
Constitutional Amendment D: No (80%)
Constitutional Amendment E: No (89%)
Constitutional Amendment F: No (68%)

Initiated Measure 2: Yes (61%)
Initiated Measure 3: No (57%)
Initiated Measure 4: No (52%)
Initiated Measure 5: Yes (55%)
Initiated Measure 7: No (67%)
Initiated Measure 8: No (61%)

Referred Law 6: No (56%)

This last weekend, Holli and I came back to Big Stone. We hung out with Tony, and tried really hard to watch the pilot of Lost, but Mom and Dad showed up (who apparently didn’t know we were coming by) and ruined everything. Saturday the big thing we did was record Musebleep 006: Chapter One. I had great fun doing this, and I think it turned out really well. To go along with this, I created (and will update) a page devoted to the novel. You can read the chapters as they get finished! Just go to and read away!

Sunday we spent celebrating Grandpa’s birthday. We ate at the Texas Roadhouse (as you saw), and we then chilled at Grandma and Grandpa’s new apartment. It was laid back. Bryce called me, and we talked for a while about nothing much. Then Holli and I drove back, and I did some more writing. Pictures of the apartment are available in my Grandma and Grandpa’s New Apartment – 5 Nov 06 photoset.

Then, Tuesday, I got to vote. I was excited. It’s not every day you get to vote. Last time, I remembered voting absentee, so I’d never been subjected to Madison’s actual voting procedure. I drove up to the Playhouse, following Holli who was going to take some pictures of the stage. We said goodbye, and I took note of the tables. There were a lot of tables, all of which were manned by 90 year old women. I did notice that the first one was right next to a big map that showcased who voted where (by Ward and Precinct). I located my apartment on the map, and I headed for the big room down the hall.

This room had tables all along the walls, with numbers above them. These, I guessed, were the Ward-Precinct combinations I’d seen on the map. I located my booth and headed over there. I smiled at the lady, gave her my ID, and told her my name. She pried open the thick pile of names that some decades-old dot matrix printer had spit out and searched for my name. She looked and looked, and verified the spelling, and couldn’t find it.

We brainstormed, thinking that maybe I was actually registered in the W-P that the address on my ID said. So, I walked across the room to that table. I started to explain my predicament, once again getting out my ID, but the lady answered with a loud “What?” So, I just gave her my name, three times, and she searched for my name. Again, I was absent. She asked me my address, and I started to explain why my current address wouldn’t help us out here, but she insisted, and I told her, three or four times. She suggested I go to yet another table. Or, I could walk back out to the 100 year old woman by the map and look in that gargantuan book of names. I opted to do that.

I stand in line, by the big map which everyone and their idiot is walking past to talk to this ancient old lady with glasses nearly as thick as the printout she has to page through. I wait, and I finally have my chance. I tell the lady my name. “Miles Rausch” is what I say, because – look at the address bar – that’s my name. She says, “What?” Of course, she would say that. I say, “Rausch,” and she says, “G-R-E…”, and I say, “No, no, no. R-A-U-S-C-H,” and she says, “R-A-U-C-T…?”, and I say, “No. S-C-” and she cuts me off saying, “Well, we’ll start with R-A-U.”

I smile, resisting the urge to grab the book and look my own name up. She gets to the R-A-U section and then we go through a similar process figuring out the S-C-H part. Then I look down the page. She uses a ruler to help her line people up, and she’s covering part of the names on the bottom, but there it is: Rausch, Patricia. No “Rausch” above it or below it. Apparently, despite my previous two voting endeavors, I am not registered in Lake County. I might not be registered at all to vote.

So, great. I went home feeling annoyed and disappointed. I mean, I even did all the work in becoming an informed voter on the ballot measures, and I couldn’t even excercise my voice-right. I guess if the choice is Vote or Die, then I’m dead.

Author: Miles Rausch

I've made a smart playlist of all the songs with 0 plays. I listen to them because I feel bad for them not because I like the music. I'm THAT guy.

8 thoughts on “The Vote Is Dead; Long Live the Vote”

  1. I laughed the entire way through your post.
    My mom works in an Auditors office and when I talked to her last night and asked how the big day went she said, “OK- but those really old lady, deaf election officials need to retire”
    Pretty sure my mom could give you some sympathy after your experience yesterday! :)

  2. I love newsbleep. Keep up the great work dude. My favorite part is trying to imagine Holly as a bird. Wasn’t she her school’s mascot once upon a time?

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