Frankie might not vote.

Lets briefly take a look at some fellow. Lets call him Frank.

It could be Joe or Xavier or William, but we will call him Frank

because you aint narrating this little tale, so its Frank. 

The name is not important, but the treasure trove of private information revealed by the voyeuristic action of pulling back the curtains of his kitchen and looking at whats inside is. 

You love this type of activity when possible, and you know this.
You have a problem.

Thats why reality TV exists. Solely for people like you. 

You see, Frank might not vote.

And he could not care less about what you think of the matter.

The reason why is personal, but since you are already peeking in the dudes window,
lets look at the reasons why. 
Multiplicity? Yes Loreanne, the word has been pluralized. There is more than one. 
There are 4. Just like the Horsemen of The Apocalypse.

At his very core, Frank cannot believe that everyone happily accepts the fact that only 2 separate individuals compete for placement in any position in government. Frank has more than 2 choices for damn near everything else in his life. Literally everything else he can watch, surf, call, drive, sleep on, eat, drink, smoke, wear or listen to has between 10 and 100 options he may  select.

From the essential to the trivial. 

And you are going to tell Frank he may only choose between some Democrat and some Republican

for a position of power regulating the way he lives? 

Nice.

Frank will spit on your shoe.

The next level of Franks distaste for the process of "voting" results from Franks distrust of the electoral college. Brother please, the VERY EXISTENCE of this organization is a slap in the face. It hurts worse than when Franks mom struck him on the head when he joked about using a picture of her for the Old Maid card in front of a gentlemen she was trying to make her boyfriend. A blow from across the table even. How did she reach that far that fast with that much force?

Half of the reason this "electoral" institution was created was because the government at the time simply did not want the common man voting. They felt he or she was either too stupid, too temperamental, or could not be trusted.
And it exists to this very day. With general approval from you! 

By participating in this pony show, you give assent to the entire proceedings as if you are too stupid,
too temporamental, or cannot be trusted. 

You admit it. 

Like a sad puppy who has been caught pooping on the rug,
you shuffle off to sulk with your eyes downcast. 

Yet another facet to Franks potential decision not to vote.

Frank wants brass knuckles legalized because if one more conservative or liberal tool takes it upon him or herself to educate Frank on why he is wasting his vote he will surely lose his mind.
And his temper. And probably his lunch. Depends on just how much alcohol or caster oil Frank has ingested that evening. As if anyone else can speak for Frank or knows better for him what he wants or needs from his legislators.

The nerve!

The audacity! 

However, no candidate has mentioned that brass knuckles are a priority of the party platform. So, he might have to sit on this one.

The last level to whether or not Frank might not vote.

The Libertarian party has a problem. It's the same problem they had in 2008.

And that problem is Ron Paul. Or more specifically, whether or not everyone who plans on voting Libertarian is supposed to vote for the Libertarian candidate, or the good doctor Paul.

Why did he not endorse Gary Johnson?

Fragmentation has occurred once again amongst the voters and the ranks are split. Its...rather disheartening. 

So you see gentle sailor, Frankie well... he might not vote.

So close the blinds and sneak off into the night champ, the nightly patrol is approaching.

And you have your own dirty laundry to paw through. 

It bears your scent, instead of that of another.

To blog and complain about my lack of foresight in nature.

I climbed up a tree covered in poison whatever while playing hide & seek with the family. I am a jerk. This was 24 hours ago and I am starting to get the familiar painful scratching sensation not only in my ankles and wrists like normal when this does happen, but also on my knees and legs and forearms. This is foreboding stuff. I hate poison, serves me right being all fun & trusting of nature. I was quite the sucker.