Some thoughts from tabling at the Hollywood Farmers Market

1. Know who your representatives are!!!

I swear to god, of the thirty or so people I asked who their congressperson is, only ONE knew!!! I’m sure that anyone reading this doesn't fall into this category, but it’s a great wake-up call: we need to make sure our friends and family are cognizant of the people that run our country!!! The powers that be! The people who determine YOUR FUTURE!!

People, we should be bitching to our reps far too often not to know who they are—let alone remembering who the hell we VOTED FOR. A couple years ago, I bitched to mine like EVERY DAY about wanting to see Bush impeached. And these days I'm bitching every single day about health care reform. There’s gotta be SOMETHING on the federal level that infuriates you and that you’d like to see changed. Look up who to bitch to, and do it!

2. I wish crazy people didn't have the right to vote.

Okay, I know this will never happen and should never happen because it’s a damn slippery slope, but seriously, I cannot believe that lunatics actually have the right to vote. You come across them every now and then when you’re canvassing. Today, some crazy lady said she didn’t support health care reform because “Obama himself hasn’t read the whole bill!” and “No one read all of NAFTA! And look at the mess we’re in now! You know who did read all of NAFTA? Ralph Nader!” (I walk away.) This woman, I’m sure, has the right to vote, and unfortunately, probably exercises that right.

Here’s another gem from a guy I got into a conversation with: “You dealt with all three of my alter egos really well!”

Can there be, like, a crazy test before one gets to vote? Actually, there should be a basic knowledge test, too. I know, it’ll never happen, but it’d sure be nice...