When I turned eighteen there was one thing I really looked forward to.
Voting.
I saw it as a rite of passage to adulthood. I was now part of the decision process.
Being young and ill-informed and easily persuaded, my first vote for a president was Jimmy Carter. Why not? A likable guy. Peanut farmer. Happy little smile. Democrat. What could go wrong?
Four ye…
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