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.)
But I NEVER “whined” about how much effort it takes to vote…never have…never will
No lines in my little corner of the twigs. You are in the sticks, so you probably had more people voting than here in the twigs, but STILL — not that many.
I vote to justify my bitching. Those who bitch without voting get kicked by those of us who DO get up that 1/2 hour early and do the civic duty thing. Kicked frequently for any whining, too.
I wouldn’t know about the lines. They wouldn’t let me vote today even if I wanted to.
Sheesh! Who’s the cranky one now??
🙂
No lines, no waiting here. At least at 7:45AM. Walked in, told them my name, got my paper ballots and marker, went to my booth, did the deed, got my “I Voted Today” sticker, and off I went.
The issue that handicapped voter went through really sucks. Really bad.