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I rocked the Vote. I wanted to tell you about my voting experience this morning.
I woke Misti (my wife) up early this morning and we went down to the Junior High at 6:50 a.m. this morning. When we got to the parking lot, there were only a few places to park, so I parked beside a Yellow Jeep with a bumper sticker on it that said, “Barack, The anointed one”, that had “Calvin” peeing on Mr. Obama’s forehead. I parked our Carbon footprint making, gas guzzling, Democrat hating SUV next to it.
After getting out of the car, we approached the 150 foot long line, and I began to take stock of the fellow Americans in line with me. The guy in front of me was with his wife as well. I could see on his badge that his name was Peter Cross. I could see his wife’s name was Lisa. (I was rummaging through her purse when she wasn’t looking). They “looked and sounded” like they were going to vote for McCain Palin. The “gentlemen” 25 feet or so in front of them did not. He was wearing black Jordan Basketball shoes, a San Diego Chargers jersey and Sunglasses at 6:50 in the morning. He was also wearing baby blue shorts that came down to his mid shin. I think I heard him say on his cellular phone, “Yeah, I be here gettin’ my vote on and stuff!”. It was less than encouraging. In front of “LaDainian, the Gangster Voter”, was a gentleman, who in my estimation was 53 years old. He was dressed fairly nice, and had a braided white ponytail. He also had to pee-pee at least once in line while waiting, which automatically indicated to me he doesn’t take FloMaxx©. I believe his name was Arthur or Stanley. That’s what he looked like anyway. In front of Stanley was an elderly Mexican couple. Her name I can only presume was Maria, but I’m sure her husband’s was Ricardo, because Ruth( I’ll tell you about her in a sec.) said it very loudly. Judging by his age, I believe he helped Santa Anna take the Alamo.
Looking down the line of people, was like literally looking at a slice of Americana. Asian, Mexican, Black, and White, and variations of all of them. That made me feel pretty good; seeing the electoral process of a democratic republic in action. After about 45 minutes or so, we made it inside. There were three older women behind a semi official looking fold up table asking for peoples identification. The really really old one named Ruth, had a small hump on her back. She then looked at the lady to her right named Vicki, who weighed 468 lbs., and said “he’s registered.” Vicki then handed me a popsicle stick (that I’m sure she helped create) with my precinct number on it. Then Glen, a gentleman who I think fought the Indians in the late 1800’s led me to the suitcase voting booth. I don’t know if Glen and Ruth are together, but he had a similar, but smaller hump on his back as well. I handed Glen my popsicle stick, and kindly asked if I need help. I said, “NO!”. I just assumed, because of his age, that he had some hearing loss.
He did not.
He looked at me like I was a little crazy, and left me to vote for a black man.
Obama You ask? Of course not! Dale Wainwright for the Texas Supreme Court. Silly reader! I hate Socialism.
God Bless the Greatest Country on Earth! (and ours too, if Obama gets elected.)
J