If I served in the US military, I'd get an appropriate bumper sticker. Maybe even a tattoo. When I get admitted to the bar, I'll crow about that.
But voting? Crikey. I took 10 minutes out of my day to drive down to the polling place (a union hall with a big "STOP THE WAR ON WORKERS" sign right outside the voting room) and filled in a few circles.
Medal, now.
This isn't Afghanistan post-9/11, where they got their first real election in quite a while (can't be bothered to research) courtesy of Uncle Sam, and they still didn't have the entire country pacified, so going around with a dab of purple paint on your finger was actually a risk.
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