November 2nd, 2004


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This thought came to me last night as I was trying to go to sleep...

Does anyone remember the old Woody Allen movie, Take The Money And Run?

Do you remember the scene in there where he and his gang go to hold up a bank, and halfway through another group of robbers come in and try to hold up the bank?

And, remember his reaction? "All right, everyone who wants to be held up by us, stand over here, everyone who wants to be held up by those guys, stand over there"?

Doesn't that remind you of elections?

Here's another:

One of my favorite books of cartoons, Boffo by Joe Martin, has a cartoon in it that shows two guys crawling through the desert. They're hot, they're sweaty, they're thirsty, you know the whole act.

One of them is wearing a wristwatch.

The other one says to him, "Is it my turn to wear the watch yet?"

Now, doesn't that remind you of politics? All hell's breaking loose all around them, all that politicians can be concerned about is whose turn it is to wear the watch?

I'm with summerlady. If you're stupid enough to let Michael Moore, or Al Franken, or Rush Limbaugh, or Ann Coulter, or anyone in Hollywood tell you how to vote, then for God's sake, do yourselves and everyone else in this country a favor and stay home.

Voting story

I swear to God, this is the truth.

Mary and I went to vote this morning after she went to the dentist. We arrived at the polling place at 9:30. We could see that there were three lines to form: one for people whose names began with the letters "A" through "I", one for those whose names began with "J" through "Q", and a third for people whose names began with "R" through "Z". Our line, (A-I), wasn't moving. We stood for over half an hour in the A-I line before we even made it into the building. Meanwhile, people whose names began with the letters J through Z were walking in, voting, and walking out in approximately 10 minutes. We could see the voting machines from where we were standing outside; no more than half of them were in use at any given time.

Finally, Mary and I demanded to see the poll manager. She came out and told us that there was nothing that she could do about it; that was the way that the county told her to run the poll, and that she had no authority to change things, despite the fact that she could see that the A-I line was slowly making its way around the building. Basically, she told us that was the way it was going to be, and tough shit for all of us, then she walked back into the building.

I tried to call the Cobb County Board of Elections. They weren't taking any phone calls. I tried the Secretary of State's office. They weren't taking any phone calls. We waited close to an hour before we even got to the head of the line. Meanwhile, our neighbors, the Robertses, were in and out; our neighbors, the Smiths, were in and out; a gentleman who told us his name was Shaw and that we could kiss his ass was in and out.

We came home, and got on the phone with all of the television stations, all of the talk radio stations, the local papers, and just about anyone who would listen. And, believe me, there's a nastygram on its way to the county director of elections and to the people who appointed her, not to mention the Secretary of State and any other elected officials that I can think of that might have anything at all to do with the process.

Oh, by the time Mary and I finally got out of the poll, the A-I line had nearly extended around the building.

You know, the kind of head-up-the-ass thinking that went into managing this one poll should be a clear indicator to anyone with half of a brain that if the government can't manage what should be a simple matter, it can't possibly be trusted with anything as complex as health care, retirement security, or any of the thousand other things that it tries to do and makes a complete bollocks of. Why do we put up with it?
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