…wait, I meant Poll Evil.
So I went over to the polling station yesterday to vote against Godless Communism, and of course this being north Texas, it was busier than a $5 hooker during Fleet Week. Fortunately, there were a jillion of those horrible voting machine thingies, so there was no wait.
While signing in, I made the usual joke about my name (“girl’s first name, French last name, but this week I’m identifying as a man”) which brought a tiny smile from the 100-year-old lady checking me in, her comment being, “And that’s a good thing”. And I prepared to join the rest of the folks voting against Godless Communism — don’t ask me how I could tell; it’s the district which Trump carried with 85% of the votes cast, FFS.
Except in my case, of course, because it appears I’d waited too late to change my voting address (I did it as part of changing the address on my driver’s license). So when they checked the voters’ roll, my old address showed up.
I said, “Okay, I don’t mind going over to Plano to vote, ’cause I have some errands to run over there anyway” (which I did).
“Oh no,” says Great-Great-Granny Moses, “we can just change it right here seeing as it’s what your driver’s license allows.”
“Excellent,” says I, and to make a joke of the whole thing, I added, “So I can vote here, and then scoot over to Plano and vote there too?”
Dead. Silence. From all the volunteers.
Oops. Then from Great-Great-Granny Moses, one word: “Nope.”
“I’d never do that, of course,” I say quickly, trying to thaw the atmosphere, “because people might think I’m a Democrat.”
Some muted chuckles (from only a few of the volunteers) as my ballot was being printed out. From Great-Great-Granny Moses, just a stony stare as she handed it over.
I scurried over to the machine with my tail between my legs, and tried to make up for my foolishness by voting against Godless Communism.
There are times, it seems, when it’s not safe to make a joke. Even in Republican north Texas.
Vote early and vote often is the DEMON RAT mantra
Looks like as of 2:20 am on 11/6/24 Trump was re-elected!
I can’t wait to watch the liberal tears and meltdowns that are coming!
I’m proud to be a piece of garbage!
Worry not: I’m sure someone somewhere will find sufficient votes to deny Trump victory. Remember that late postal votes count.
Not now. It’s 6:10 am and the Clown News Network, MS DNC and Faux news are all saying Trump won.
Fuck the liberals!
I am proud to be a piece of garbage.
The best part of this is the sitting Vice President has to certify the votes for the President elect. Going to be awful awkward and demoralizing for Kamala to certify her loss and Trump’s win.
She could do as Cornwallis did, and send a subordinate to hand over the sword.
that’s icing on the cake!!! Kackles can go fuck off to obscurity and cry until she turns into a raisin
Kamala said during her campaign “we are not going back” referring to another term with Trump as President.
YES WE ARE!
MAGA!
# Fuck the liberals
# Proud to be a piece of garbage
Was she referring to herself with the Royal “We”?
She’s a little old to start over like before.
Prima di azionare la bocca, accertarsi che il cervello sia collegato.
And so as you have discovered, young lad, making jokes about Demoncrats tend to fall flat because they are all by definition, a joke upon rational humanity.
I for one am chuffed to not wake up this morning to the sight of Kackling Kamale being our newly selected PINO. Guess the 2AM vote stuffing op was botched through incompetence overload.
Now my issue is our senate race in MI where the commie leads the MAGA by barely 2000 votes with 2 counties not yet tallied. Small ones so I am sure the D apparatchiks are there trying to make sure zero R votes are counted, We shall see.
After the travesty of 2020, I’m not surprised the poll workers have little sense of humor for electoral shenanigans. All’s well that ends well though, and I woke up to the Great News after a week of mounting anxiety and active efforts to eschew cockiness.
Grandma just took you behind the woodshed.
“Nope.”
“After the last eight years, that’s great news. ”
Today I’m thinking about the beginning of “The Devil and Daniel Webster” by Stephen Vincent Benet:
“‘Neighbour, how stands the Union?’ Then you better answer the Union stands as she stood, rock-bottomed and copper sheathed, one and indivisible, or he’s liable to rear right out of the ground.”
Considering the implication voting twice has on your character, you’re lucky they didn’t get a rope. 😀
It was a close thing.
I’m anxiously awaiting the big celebrity flight to other places. After waiting eight years since their prior promise, the swells have had plenty of time to plan this move.
I hear Zimbabwe is pretty nice this time of year. It’s spring there now, and they’re used to tyrants and other Obama-like people. Given their economy, (actually a lack of one) I’m sure they’d welcome an influx of Hollywood money.
“I’m anxiously awaiting the big celebrity flight to other places.”
I’m not. The wankers always declare that they will move to Canada. Canada sure as hell does not need men like of Rob Reiner, Joe Scarborough, Keith Olberman (spit), and Rachel Maddow (that’s a man, right?) moving here. Just-Incompetent might like it but half the country will not. At least if they do move here, they won’t be able to buy residential property (Federal law).
You? With your tail between your legs? Never.