Abner was eighteen the year that the 26th amendment was ratified. He has voted twice since then: once was the year that the seat belt law went into effect in
Abner’s been thinking about voting again next year though. He needs insurance. Besides asthma, he has a congenital dysfunction of his left knee, and he thinks he won’t make it to Medicare on it. He works for an independent trash hauler, sorting out recyclables and usables from the junk--- practicing, he says (humorously?) for homelessness.
“Who would you vote for, Abner?”
“Somebody who’s for the little guy.” Abner has supper every night at the same small cafĂ©. He can afford one decent meal a day.
“Who would that be?”
“Well, that guy that everybody loves, I guess. They must love him for a reason.”
“Obama?”
“Nah. Huckabees.”
“That’s 'Huckabee', Abner.”
“Well, it says 'I ♥ Huckabees' on the t-shirts.”
“That was a movie, Abner.”
“Well, who’s Jake Huckabee?”
“Nobody in politics.The one running for President is Michael.”
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“No. Huckabee.”
“Well, who’s gonna get everybody insurance?”
“Nobody.”
“Well, who’re you voting for?”
“I’ll toss a coin when the time comes.”
“That’s not very reassuring.”
“I guess it’s sort of gambling.”
“It’s only called gambling when there’s a chance to win.”
Noe.
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