Election Evolution

I don’t think I have missed voting in any election ever since I was first old enough to vote. Voting is a privilege, and one that we need to exercise. Even if we dislike some or all of the candidates, it is still worth exercising our right to vote as our first line of defense in protecting this and all of our civil rights.

If you live long enough and keep your eyes open, though, you start to notice changes and trends. In this vein, it is interesting to see how the process of voting has evolved over the past several years. We first registered to vote in California when we moved here in 1980. Way back then, voter registration involved proving your identity and placing a verification signature on file. At election time, when we went down the street to our local voting place (usually the neighborhood school), we signed in to allow poll workers to check our signature and verify our ballot. 

Years passed and we noticed that the poll workers no longer asked us to sign in. We inquired how they knew whether someone else voted in our place, and were told not to worry about it. My wife tried to show her identification, and the poll worker berated her, told her to “keep her identity to herself” (their words, not mine), and told her again to move along and not worry about it. I asked how I would know if someone had voted in my name, and received my own “don’t be ridiculous” lecture.

More years passed and we were traveling a lot, so we applied for permanent absentee ballot status. No worries; the county was perfectly happy to mail ballots to us. We filled them out at our convenience and either returned them by mail or, if it was election day, dropped them off at the local polling place. It all worked well, and the county assured us that signatures on the ballot envelopes were enough to verify that it was really us who had voted. 

So far, so good. And then the Covid lockdowns came, and the county started mailing ballots to everyone. And we started hearing stories about people receiving multiple ballots, misplaced or misdirected boxes of ballots, and how attempts to rein in the wholesale distribution of ballots meant the risk of someone being disenfranchised. What about an illegal ballot canceling my vote; wouldn’t that be a form of disenfranchisement? Our elected officials told us, again, not to worry about it. Very comforting. Not.

This brings us up to California’s primary election earlier this year, when we noticed more changes in the voting process. First, we discovered that there are no longer any local polling places like the neighborhood school. In past years the ballot mailings would list our nearest local polling place. No more; there was no such information provided on the envelope that brought us our ballot. We were told to either return our marked ballot by mail or turn it in at a ballot drop box. No problem, except that either we had to already know the drop box location or we had to go on line to find it. We knew where the nearest drop box was, two or three miles away, but what about the people who didn’t know and did not have the wherewithal to find the location with an online search?

Next, the information told us that the county had set up “central” voting places (tents?) in several tens of locations all over the county, but did not say where they were. Again, you had to go online to search for the nearest location and then find a way to get the ballot there. Of course, you could simply mail your ballot in its postage-paid envelope. Given that the county is still, in July, sending me emails saying they just updated the election results, I guess there is still plenty of time to deal with stray ballots. Interesting changes, but no worries, or so they assure us.

Last but not least, the materials that came with our ballots announced that the county would send mobile voting centers (ballots in a van, anyone?) to select locations to help select citizens with their voting. They would bring ballots, help people fill them out, and then take them back to be counted. How convenient! If, of course, you are among the “select” few given this support. So why bring ballots when ballots were already mailed out to anyone eligible to vote? Who were the select citizens, how many ballots were voted this way, and how do we know if some neighborhoods were favored over others? I have no idea, and certainly saw no mobile voting centers in our area. It must not be a concern, though, or we would have heard something about it in the news media (sarcasm alert). 

So our elections have certainly evolved, and much more so over the past few years. No worries; our government is on top of it. Or maybe behind it. Or both. Must be nice for them to choose their voters.

A Clear Call

Call me old if you want, but I remember the shock of John Kennedy’s assassination. I recall the surprise and sinking feeling that came with Robert Kennedy’s assassination. I was dismayed by Martin Luther King’s assassination, and amazed at comments about how “he deserved it.” I remember the attempt on Gerald Ford’s life, the attempt on Ronald Reagan’s life, and the shoe (in lieu of something worse) thrown at George Bush. Political spin and racist remarks aside, this track record casts a dark and disturbing shadow.

A few days ago many of us saw the attempted assassination of Donald Trump. Maybe not in person, but the news media showed us the footage over and over again. And then the questions, garbled answers, speculation, and conspiracy theories began. Some think it was a hoax, which is hardly a surprise given the series of hoaxes foisted onto the American people over the past several years. Some connect the assassination attempt to the January 6 riot but don’t mention the lawlessness that has been swirling around since the much more destructive nationwide riots of 2020. Some call for unity and a toned-down rhetoric while continuing their own incendiary words. And of course the finger pointing, dismissive comments, and divisiveness continue. 

What do we make of this sad history and the even darker (if possible) recent events? There are many ways to look at it amidst all the equivocating and rationalization. At the most fundamental level, though, we are in trouble and we need help that no politician or political party can provide. In the midst of this mess, I see God’s clear call to repent. As individuals and as groups we need to repent. We need to return to the one true Lord, who loves us enough to die for us. We need to confess that we have been listening to other gods and straying from what is important and true. We need to live the words of James 4:7-10, “Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. Draw near to God, and he will draw near to you. Cleanse your hands, you sinners, and purify your hearts, you double-minded. Be wretched and mourn and weep. Let your laughter be turned to mourning and your joy to gloom. Humble yourselves before the Lord, and he will exalt you.” Let us remember the Lord, and turn to Him.

Views from the Air

Earlier this year we were on a nonstop flight from Chicago to San Francisco, headed home after our grandson’s confirmation. Rather than taking a direct route west from O’Hare, our pilot flew southwest almost to the Texas panhandle before turning west. We were taking an end run around a line of intense thunderstorms, and the strategy gave us a smooth flight. The plane was relatively new, so the windows were clean and clear enough to be able to see some interesting views along the route. All of the photos below look out of the north side of the plane.

Canyons on the Colorado River and Green River in southeast Utah, well upstream from Grand Canyon.
Erosion patterns around some terrain that is high enough to pick up some moisture in winter (note the green forest).
Massive erosion pattern somewhere south of the San Rafael Swell.
Terrain similar to the previous photo, but note that the area to the left (west) has some vegetation, suggesting higher elevation and more rain.
Interesting outcrops of white sandstone or limestone.
Farmland (mostly on the left) and rugged terrain — I think this might be in the Bryce Canyon area but don’t know exactly where to look.
Nice snow-capped area north of Zion National Park and northeast from Cedar City, Utah. I spent six weeks in Cedar City for a geology field camp many years ago, and guess that this might be the Brian’s Head area (elevation of about 13000 feet if I recall correctly).
Not sure what these are. Solar panels plus some other things? If you look closely, you can see rows of massive wind turbines for scale.
Open pit mines (how many pits do you see?) in southern Nevada. Betting they mine gold, copper, or possibly iron.

Technical info: we were flying at 34,000 ft altitude and I shot these photos with an iPhone using the ProCamera app. Next time maybe I will try to bring a physiographic map along to help identify features.

During grad school many years ago I taught classes on remote sensing and air photo interpretation, and I usually enjoy taking in the views when flying across the US. Hope you enjoy these views, too!