If you’re so goddamn pathologically crippled by your own manufactured helplessness that you cannot navigate the laughably simple administrative choreography of updating a name on a birth certificate or driver’s license...documents every functioning adult already reconciles for marriage, divorce, professional rebranding, or a goddamn Social Security card...then you have no business casting a ballot that decides the fate of a republic. Period.This isn’t “burden.” This is the exquisite pathology of