In spite of my plea and the best efforts of the Monroe County Board of Elections (or at least one trustworthy polling place), somebody decided that they needed to vote for the terrorists to win so fricking badly that they needed to get out of their nice, warm bed, putt-putt down to the local polling place, and make a scene.
Look. If people in wheelchairs were meant to vote, then God would have given them telekinetic powers or something. Geez.
(Well, at least that trumps your whiny cries about how you don’t vote because it takes too much effort.)