Does voting matter?
Modok and I have been fighting about voting for decades. Before the 1988 presidential elections his compelling arguments convinced me not to vote. After the 1992 presidential elections, we had the following conversation in my little flat on the Ferdinand Bolstraat:
Modok: Congratulations you voted for a winner!
Me: Very funny.
Modok: No seriously you voted for Clinton and he won.
Me: Modok, I was here in Am*dam and did not do an absentee thing. You convinced me last cycle it was the wrong thing to do.
Modok: Yeah, things have gotten so bad, I forged your signature and voted for you in San Francisco.
At which he and I both broke up laughing.