I went to the library (because, I do that sort of thing) to pick up an item I had placed on hold. It wasn't anything special, just a CD of pop-music. As I park and walk up to the front doors I see a woman holding a clipboard. Great, I thought, someone taking a poll or trying to save the Earth. DOn't get me wrong, I'm not opposed to saving the Earth, I just don't have any money and they all seem to want donations in the form of cash, credit or check and not in the form of time, experience or skill-set. I walk up -- she's looking at me and I'm looking at her. "Are you registered to vote," she asks. Yes, I am actually. Well, I'm not sure, to be honest, I didn't vote in the mid-term election last year because I wasn't in town and I think Colorado has a program where if you don't vote they take you off the rolls. Just to be safe, she advises, let's fill out another voter registration form. Okay. Then she proceeds to treat me like...